Cyrus carefully lifted an unconscious Alexina in his arms while August lifted Posie in his arms. The royal wizard, who seemed a bit tipsy, gazed at an unconscious omega. A small smile appeared on his lips seeing the sweet, innocent face of the lady in his arms. He was standing at the entrance of the room. August, who had been standing just behind his best friend, frowned as he felt that the royal wizard was taking too much time to walk out of the room. Narrowing his eyes, the archduke peeked, trying to get hold of the situation. His eyeballs almost popped out as soon as he realized that his never-smiling best friend was smiling softly like a love sick fool.
What's going on? August blinked. Why is he looking at her like that? Is he that drunk? Wait! Don't tell me he is so woozy that he ha
