Lucien’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening, the tendons in his arms flexing beneath the blood still smeared across his skin. He was still holding Sera’s face in his hands, still brushing his thumb gently over her cheek as if the very act could coax her soul back into her body. But his gaze stayed locked on the healer.
“What exactly is the problem, healer?” he asked coldly. “That I protected what belongs to me? That I claimed what the council wanted to destroy? That I f****d my Omega so hard her soul stirred?”
The old woman didn’t even blink. She walked forward slowly, her feet silent on the floor, the silver bangles around her wrists clicking together like distant warning bells.
“No, Alpha. The problem is not that you touched her. Or that you f****d her,” she said, voice sharpening. “Th
