Be my mate
395 Words
Lucien’s POV
“What questions do you have?.” She asked me, she tried to hide her curiosity.
“What do you intend to do next?” I asked, my voice low. “Now that you’re no longer Karl’s mate.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, not with anger, but surprise.
“Why do you care?” she asked, her tone cautious. “We’ve barely spoken more than two words before tonight, and now you’re suddenly interested in what I plan to do with my life?”
I could’ve lied. But there was no point. Not with her.
“The attack from earlier wasn’t a coincidence,” I said. “Someone was sent to eliminate you.”
The air shifted. Heavier, tighter. I expected her to flinch, to ask who. To panic. But she didn’t. She just stared at me, like I’d confirmed something she already suspected.
Her voice was calm. “How do I know you weren’t part of it?”
I stepped closer, just enough that I could see the flicker of uncertainty behind her steady gaze. “Because deep down, in that stubborn heart of yours… you already know I’m not.”
She didn’t argue. Didn’t speak. Just looked at me—really looked at me—like she was trying to read every layer of who I was.
After a beat, she said, “I’m going home.”
It was what I expected.
“I’m going with you,” I said without hesitation.
Her eyes widened, caught off guard. “What? Why?”
I didn’t miss the disbelief in her voice. Like the idea of someone wanting to protect her, was foreign.
“The people behind that attack won’t stop,” I said. “Even if you vanish into another city, they’ll find you. You need a protector.”
Her jaw tightened. She didn’t like that word—protector. She’d been controlled too long, cornered too many times. But I wasn’t Karl. I didn’t want to cage her. I wanted to shield her fire, not put it out.
“Why do you want to protect me?” she asked quietly.
I looked her dead in the eye, let the truth spill without fear or apology.
“Be my mate.”
Her lips parted, but no words came.
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was electric.
And I didn’t take it back.
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