Louisa's POV
"What color does Gianna like?" I asked Lucian, going through some beautiful woolen shawls on the shelf. Lucian looked a bit confused. I guessed I caught him off guard. "Every girl has a favorite color. You should ask her." I said. "She doesn't really talk to me these days. I've been away from her for too long." Lucian said. "What color was she wearing when you were on your first date?" I asked. Lucian thought for a while and said, "She's in a white dress. But that's because white is my favorite color." "You have never asked her about her favorite color?" I frowned. "She's not that talkative," Lucian said. "So you don't talk to her when you're together?" I asked. "Not really," Lucian answered. "So how do you tell her that you love her?" I felt confused. "She knows. She's my mate," Lucian said. "OK. So she stops talking to you. What are you going to do about that?" I said. "I tried to talk to her on miLouisa's POV "Lucas is going to get married?!" I looked up at Lucian in shock and asked in a whisper. "Does he know about it?! Do you know about it?!" I added in a subdued voice. Lucian lowered his head and said, "Miss Louisa, I want to assure you that it's not what it looks like. We'll talk about it in a minute." Then, he talked to the shop assistant, "I'll take both of the red shawls and would you please escort Miss Louisa to the private fitting room and help her to try on all the dresses in your shop until she finds what she likes." "Yes, Sir." The shop assistant nodded and said. "Please come this way, Miss Louisa." I followed the shop assistant and walked away reluctantly. I strained my ears to hear their conversation. "Lady Akela, this really is the worst time for you to show up here," Lucian said. "I don't care. You boys keep doing these things behind my back and try to keep me in the dark. You know how I hate to be in the dark, L
Louisa's POV "Louisa, listen to me..." Lucian said while holding me tightly in his arms. I kept pushing him away from me while shaking my head. "No! No! I don't believe you anymore! You're just hiding the truth from me!" I whimpered against his chest, leaving traces of tears on his shirt. "They'll get married. Lucas is going to get married to that girl and she'll become his Luna! He told me that he doesn't need a Luna but he's just lying! He's a liar and you're a liar and..." I didn't manage to finish my sentences, because Lucian hoisted me up over his shoulder and carried me into the inner storage room. It was so tight and there was only limited space for two, so we had to press against each other. I was shocked. I didn't know what he was doing when he shut the door and covered my mouth. His strong, muscular body was pressing against mine. What is he doing? I thought to myself. "Louisa, please calm down. I'm sorry to do this to you, but
Louisa's POV Lucian brought almost everything with a price tag in that contour shop on that day. "This is too much... I can't possibly wear so many clothes..." I said to him as he asked the soldiers to take the shopping bags out. "You don't have to wear them at the same time. That's my fashion advice for you, Miss Louisa," Lucian lowered his head and winked at me. "My job is to spend money and make you happy. So here I am, spending Lucas' money and trying to make you feel happy. Do you feel better now?" "Not really," I whispered. My mate is going to get married to a redhead girl who hates bugs. I don't think buying two hundred-something clothes is going to cheer me up. I thought to myself. "Where's Lady Akela?" I looked around and asked. "She's been taken good care of," Lucian said. "Are you going to hurt her?" I frowned. "You don't have to worry about her, Miss Louisa," he replied. It seemed that he didn't want to go into any detai
Louisa's POV There was a knock on the door and a soldier's head popped in. "The blood is here, Sir." "Let them in," Lucian said. The soldier disappeared. Then, some waiters carried three big jars of blood to our table. "Where do you want me to put them, Sir?" One of them, who looked like the head waiter, asked. "On the table, please," Lucian replied. "Yes, Sir. Do you need an altar to go with it?" the waiter asked. I burst into chuckles instantly. Lucian looked at the waiter and asked, "What kind of business are you running, Gillian? An altar? Seriously? Do you have the license for holding a ceremony?" "I'm sorry, Sir," the waiter answered awkwardly. "It's just that there are a growing number of customers who need altar service prior to their meals these days. We have to be prepared to meet their needs." "Oh, really? What do they pray for?" Lucian asked. The waiter mumbled, "Some crayfish, ma
Louisa's POV "Lucian," I said, "I don't want anyone to get married to my mate, but please don't kill anyone because of that..." "You're not answering my question, Miss Louisa," Lucian said. I felt annoyed and said, "I'm not answering you because this isn't an interrogation." "Do you want me to change it to an interrogation?" Lucian raised an eyebrow and asked. He looked absent-minded, but I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He would do everything for Lucas. That's for sure. If he felt it was necessary, he would not hesitate to pour boiling wolfsbane oil all over my body and watch me burn right in front of his eyes. Well, that's a very unpleasant, yet terribly erotic scene. I thought to myself. Will sensed the tension in the room and snarled at Lucian again. He had already finished two and a half jars of blood and I could tell he was ready to fight at any time. I held him up in my arms and said, "I overheard
Louisa's POV "Do you know how to eat it?" Lucian asked as the waiters put a giant plate of crayfish on the table. "Can I just smash it?" I picked up a knife from the table and said. "Please put down the knife, Miss Louisa. Every time you pick up a knife, people die or are at least badly injured," Lucian said. I put down the knife immediately and sat there, looking completely hopeless in front of the giant plate of seasoned-shelled creatures. "We are not chickens, Miss Louisa. So we don't really smash them. Let me show you how to do it. It's not that difficult," Lucian said. Then, he put on a pair of special gloves and picked up one. "First, you need to separate the tail from the head by holding the head and tail in each hand and twisting them in opposite directions like this. Then, it splits into two halves like this. Then, you need to squeeze the side of the tail like this and you can hear it cracks. Keep peeling until the meat on the tai
Lucas' POV "Fuck, Lucian. Where are you? What are you doing?" "I'm at the merry-go-round in Skagen City," Lucian answered in his fucking fry voice. "Who the fuck is Mary?" I got the feeling that he was fucking with me. "Merry-go-round. You know the machine with wooden horses on top and it rotates... I'm at an amusement park, Luke." "I don't know what the fuck an amusement park is but it sounds very exotic and erotic. And I'm pissed that you went there without me." "I took you to an amusement park when you were a child," Lucian sighed. "Aha, you mean that place you took me to when I was 12? You know, the one with a lot of rotating wooden horses and naked women straddling on top?" "That's a brothel, Luke. And I'm very certain that I didn't take you to that kind of place when you were 12." "Oh, so it must be Kylo. I got confused these days, you know. But I remember exactly how those girls with big tits squirt nonstop..."
Louisa's POV "Louisa, look at me! I'm flying!" Will waved at me on a small wooden pony with excitement. I waved back at him. He was so adorable and happy on that tiny little pony. The music stopped and the carousel seized rotating. I jumped off my horse and lifted Will up in the air and carried him off the merry-go-round. I just couldn't wait to kiss and hug him. "Could we please do it again, Louisa?" Will looked at me and begged. "We've already done three rounds today and Lucian's waiting for us. We don't want to keep him waiting for too long, so let's call it for today and I promise I'll bring you back here again in the future," I said. "OK..." Will looked a bit disappointed, but he didn't insist. He placed his cheek on my shoulder and stroked. A street vendor approached us, holding a basket of toys. Soldiers stopped him, but Will stretched out his arms and wanted to get one. "Will, I can't buy your toy