Lucian’s POV

I checked my phone again. Still no reply from her. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, growling low. He hated this place. He didn’t want to be here.

"What do we even want from her?" he snarled in my head.

I scoffed, a smirk tugging at my lips.

"You can relax," I told him, the smirk still playing on my mouth. "We just need to have a little conversation with her."

"Lucian."

Her voice came from behind me. My eyebrow lifted slightly. Of course she showed up.

"I knew you would ask for me again," Emily added as she stepped closer. She walked right up to me, her fingers brushing my face. "You missed me... just as much as I missed you."

She leaned in, aiming for my lips.

I pulled back just enough. "What’s the rush?" I asked, voice low. "Why do you want to kiss me so easily?"

"I can’t stay here long," she whispered, worry thick in her tone. "You know I don’t want Aiden getting suspicious."

I looked straight into her eyes. "Are you still going to marry him?"

A smirk curved her lips. "Why? Are you finally admitting you love me? That you don’t want anyone else having me?"

I scoffed again, the sound sharp. "Get off your high horse, Emily. I just want to know."

"Yes, I am marrying him," she said. "And it’s soon."

"Good," I cut in.

Her eyes narrowed. "Good? What do you mean good? Don’t you want me not to marry him?"

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping. "And why would I want you not to marry him?" My eyes darkened. "I need you to marry him... so he can finally get the fuck out of the picture."

Confusion flashed across her face. "What do you mean?"

I let a wicked smile slowly spread across my lips. "Your soon-to-be husband needs to get off my queen’s back for good. Or I promise you... you’ll be left widowed before you even get married."

She blinked, shock freezing her features. "Wait... your what?" Her voice cracked. "You have a queen?"

"Yes," I answered without hesitation.

"Who?" she breathed.

"Alina."

Her eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out. The pure shock on her face was something I had never seen before. Her lips parted, but no sound came at first.

"What do you mean Alina is your queen?" Her voice shook badly now.

I stepped forward, holding her gaze. "You heard me. She is my queen. My mate. My one true love."

She stumbled back a step, shaking her head hard. "No... this isn’t true. This can’t be right, Lucian. Alina? Why? You’re a rogue. You despise omegas the most. You kill them. So how is—"

"She is different," I said, my voice going soft for a moment, almost drunk with the feeling. Just thinking about Alina made heat rush through my veins. The way she made me feel... the way even the thought of her made my dick throb hard. "She is something I have never experienced before."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Emily’s voice cracked with desperation. "I thought you brought me here because you wanted to fuck me... and I want it, Lucian. I want you to fuck me so bad. You know how much I crave your touch. I’ll deal with the fact that you’re mated to Alina later. But right now... please. Bend me over and fuck the shit out of me."

A wicked grin spread slowly across my face. "No."

Her eyes flashed with raw anger. I loved seeing it.

"She owns not just my heart," I said, still grinning, "but my fucking body too, Emily. So no."

I stepped closer, wrapped my hand around her throat, and squeezed. "I called you here for more than that."

Her hands flew up, clawing at my wrist. "I know you hurt her," I growled, tightening my grip.

"What are you doing? Let me go, you monster!" she gasped, twisting and struggling to break free.

"You do deserve to die by my hands, Emily," I said calmly, watching her face turn red. "But that would only make Aiden come after me again... and I don’t need the competition."

I finally released her. She stumbled back, coughing hard, her chest heaving. When she looked up at me again, the anger had twisted into something else. A jagged, broken laugh spilled from her lips.

"You know... doing this to me only makes me hornier," she whispered, her voice shaking with need. "I can’t think about anything else. I just want you to fuck me."

She lunged forward and crashed her lips against mine, kissing me roughly.

"Let go," I snarled, shoving her away.

She came right back, kissing me harder. I pushed her off with more force. "Have you gone mad?" I yelled.

"Yes! I am mad!" she screamed back. Her eyes looked wild. "You brought me here knowing how many times we’ve been together... how many fucking times I’ve moaned your name, Lucian. And now you’re telling me another woman owns your body and your heart? Not just any woman—my enemy. I will never accept this. I won’t!"

She laughed again, that same jagged, crazy sound. She looked completely unhinged. She pushed her hair back roughly and rushed at me with shocking speed.

"I said we will fuck," she hissed.

Her hands went straight to my belt. I let her. She yanked it open, dragged my trousers down, and dropped to her knees. Before I could stop her, she took my dick into her mouth and started sucking.

She sucked me hard, her mouth hot and desperate, tongue swirling like she was trying to prove something. For a second my body reacted — blood rushed down, my dick twitched and grew thick between her lips. But my mind stayed cold. This wasn’t Alina. This wasn’t the fire that burned me from the inside.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back hard. Her lips made a wet pop as my cock slipped free, glistening with her spit.

"Enough," I growled.

Emily’s eyes were glassy with lust. She licked her swollen lips and smiled up at me like a madwoman. "See? Your body still wants me. Fuck me, Lucian. Please. I need you inside me."

I shoved her away. She fell back on her ass, but she didn’t stay down. She crawled forward on her knees, reaching for me again, fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking fast.

"I said no," I snapped. My voice came out low and dangerous. I kicked her hands off me and pulled my trousers back up, buckling my belt with quick, angry movements.

She laughed again — that broken, jagged sound that made my wolf snarl. "You can’t reject me. Not after everything. You used to bend me over and pound me until I screamed. Remember how I begged? How I came so hard I couldn’t walk?"

Her words slid off me. I felt nothing but disgust now.

"Get up," I ordered.

She ignored me. Instead she stood, eyes wild, and started tearing at her own clothes. Her shirt ripped open, buttons flying. She pushed her skirt up, exposing her bare pussy, already wet and shining.

"Look at me," she breathed, voice shaking with need. "I’m dripping for you, Lucian. Just take me. Use me. I don’t care if you hate me right now. Just fuck me raw."

I stepped forward, grabbed her by the throat again, and slammed her back against the nearest wall. Her breath hitched. For one heartbeat she looked excited, thinking I was finally giving in.

Instead I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. "Listen to me very carefully, Emily. Touch me again without permission and I will rip your throat out. I don’t care how loud you scream."

Her chest rose and fell fast. I could smell her fear mixing with her arousal. It only made her wetter. She whimpered, hips grinding against nothing.

"You’re sick," I said, voice flat. "And you’re going to stay the fuck away from Alina. If I hear you even breathed in her direction again, I won’t just kill Aiden. I’ll make sure you watch him die slowly... then I’ll come for you."

I released her neck. She slid down the wall, legs trembling, but her hand still drifted between her thighs, touching herself right there in front of me.

"Fuck... even your threats make me so horny," she moaned, fingers moving faster. "Just one time, Lucian. One last time..."

I turned my back on her, disgust curling in my gut. My wolf wanted blood. I wanted distance. The only touch I craved now was soft omega skin, sweet scent, and innocent eyes that looked at me like I was her whole world.

"Get dressed and get out," I said without looking back. "We’re done here."

Behind me, her jagged laugh turned into a sob, then another desperate moan as she kept touching herself.

I walked away, phone already in my hand, mind already reaching for the only woman who could make my cold heart burn.

Alina.