Chapter 8
Lucas' POV
Fucking bitch.
I thought to myself when I walked into my tent.
I threw my sword on the table.
It made a loud bang and all the maids in the tent kneeled in front of me, trembling.
When I was furious, I would normally whip them to release my anger.
But on that day, I wasn't in the mood.
"Get the fuck out of my tent! Leave me alone!" I yelled at them.
All of them disappeared immediately.
I was in distress.
I couldn't believe my mate would be a girl who looked so tiny and weak.
Just like my mother used to be.
The thought of her made me so disturbed.
I couldn't think or do anything properly.
I guess that was the mate thing they were talking about.
It was something dissolved in the fluid inside my mother's womb, permeating through my skin and into my veins and marrow, even before I was born.
It was my primal and innate need, the most sacred part of a wolf's life.
It was written in my destiny.
But, no.
I wouldn't give in to my destiny.
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