Chapter 003
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Under his closed lids, Lucien's eyes twitched.
He exhaled sharply, smelling of old liquor, and licked his parched lips.
Something warm touched his cheek. He twitched his nose.
Nice. Fruity.
Someone was writhing slightly, curled up against him. His shins were pressed by tiny feet.
He wrapped one arm tightly around the body. Whoever it was wriggled closer and hummed drowsily.
For a while, they continued to breathe in unison. from chest to chest. Keep quiet.
It was too quiet for the Fraternité Saint-Rémy. There was no shouting, no clattering of weights, and no foolish dares in the hallway. And nobody was complaining on the f*****g pool table.
Strange.
Not bad, though.
Curiosity took over. He opened one green eye, which he immediately regretted. Like a personal assault, the sun pierced through the blinds.
How come I never close those f*****g things?
Lucien let out a groan. He raised his head. Blinked through the blur of the hangover.
His pillow was covered in a tangle of silvery-blonde hair.
Oh.
Unquestionably a female.
Unquestionably a beta.
It's kind of pretty.
He narrowed his eyes. lowered the duvet slightly.
didn't assist.
I couldn't think of a name.
Fantastic.
That wasn't particularly novel. Girls appeared and disappeared. When you were wealthy, attractive, and the Alpha Chien de l'Enfer, that's what happened. He didn't lose sleep over it as long as no one cried or pleaded for a second date.
With a yawn, he rested his head on the pillow.
The girl moved. She opened her eyes. grinned as if they were exchanging secrets.
He gave her a blink. His throat was searing hot.
Letting the blanket fall from her chest, she sat up. Not by chance.
Softly and flirtatiously, she said, "All right?"
He merely gazed.
She waited.
Finally, he asked, "What's your name again?"
Her face crumpled like a puppy receiving a kick. "You can't recall?"
"I was intoxicated."
"Elise." "Nice. Elise. Correct.
He spoke in a flat tone. dull.
He yawned once more. "Are you aware of the exit?"
Her mouth fell open. "Are you throwing me out?"
"Yes."
After getting out of bed, Lucien put on his boxers. He had already stopped caring when she began to mutter as she grabbed her clothes.
Mathis and a few of the guys were relaxing in the common area as if it were just another slow morning.
When Lucien walked in shirtless, no one blinked.
They were accustomed to it.
As if gravity detested him, he stretched loudly and theatrically before collapsing into a chair.
"Has anyone placed a food order? Right now, I would kill for some Chez Louis.
He caught a glimpse of Elise slamming the front door and stomping out.
Lucien looked over at Mathis. "What?"
"This week, that is the fourth one."
"And?"
Mathis gave a shrug. I wanted to share this information with you. Take caution.
Grabbing a half-full juice glass, Lucien rolled his eyes. sank it all at once.
His stomach churned. He remained silent.
Then she entered.
A short circuit occurred in his brain.
Brown hair. long legs. She is wearing black leggings. The grey shirt is loose and falls off one shoulder.
pink lips.
Round.
Gentle.
He twitched his fingers. He pictured his lips gliding over her neck. I'm marking her. claiming her.
His wolf was already pacing, and he had no idea what her name was.
"Dude, you're staring."
He was nudged hard by Mathis.
Lucien winced. "I'm not."
He retaliated.
The girl raised her head.
They looked at each other.
Then she suddenly froze.
Her face was slapped with recognition. Her eyes widened. Then it became narrow.
"Oh. I am familiar with you.
Lucien straightened his posture. "Yes?"
Mathis gave Lucien a head tilt.
Lucien nodded slightly.
Now he knew her.
Renaud Élodie.
The locker room girl.
He had been warned by Julien Marchand. supposedly kept at a distance. claimed she was trouble.
didn't matter.
She was odorless. Not even a hint.
For a purported Omega Pur? It was more than strange. That was risky.
Then Chloé spoke up.
"In the changing room?!"
Élodie let out a groan. "The story is lengthy."
Lucien grinned. Couldn't resist.
Panic on her face, Élodie looked at him. Her smile became rigid. False.
Keep quiet.
The silent plea reached him.
He understood.
Lucien replied, "Yeah, long story." "Not very thrilling."
He pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.
She exhaled deeply.
Someone yelled their commands. Lucien accepted the offered drink. took a gulp.
Instant remorse.
He gulped. "What on earth is this? Who consumes this s**t?
With a grimace, he pushed the Café Glacé across the table.
Élodie slurped hers and remarked, "It's not that bad." A small amount of whipped cream adhered to her lip.
Lucien gazed.
Then avert your gaze.
Not at all. Not doing this.
"This is it," he said. "If you adore it so much, take mine."
She furrowed her brow. "I don't steal from people I don't know."
He smiled. "Your mother told you that?"
Her whole face changed.
She got to her feet quickly. Chloé got up as well.
They both left without saying anything.
Lucien blinked. "Did I say something?"
Julien shot him a glass-shattering glare. "There are times when you need to stop talking."
Then he also went out.
Lucien put his feet up and slouched in his chair.
"He's very dramatic."
"Who? Julien?
"Yes."
Mathis chuckled. "Perhaps because you upset his friend."
"I did nothing!"
"Perhaps she simply doesn't like you."
"Everyone is interested in me. Have you really seen me?
Mathis laughed and choked on his drink. "Dude. Perhaps that is the issue.
Lucien scowled. "You think I'm nice?"
Still laughing, Mathis leaned back. "You don't want me to respond to that."
Lucien let out a groan. "I need a new best friend."
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