Chapter 91

　　Lucas' POV 　　"Finn, you're fucking surprisingly quiet," I said to my wolf as I sat on the horse, looking at the farce taking place in front of me. 　　"What do you want me to say? Something offensive? You did push your mate into another man's cart. Do you know what he was going to do to her?" My wolf sounded worried. 　　I sighed and said, "What the fuck are you worried about? She's standing right in front of you! Completely intact. Zackery's a fucking royal prince, an enhanced version of Lucian plus a fucking questionable sexual preference. I haven't seen him fucking any men or women before. He's either working in a fucking garden or working on his fucking sculptures. Come on, we've seen his fucking masterpieces before. That flying fairy fucking on top of a freaking falcon shit, it's..." 　　"It's sexually insinuating and aesthetically disturbing. So, you've pushed your own mate into a pervert's cart. That's really a relief, Luke." My wolf groused. 　　I know where this fucking conversation