Louisa's POVWhen I woke up the next morning, Lucas wasn't there.I turned around and tried to get up, but that fucking Ben Wa thing was still in my ass, so I couldn't really sit.I put my hand behind, trying to take it out, but as my fingertip touched the silicon handle, the door opened.Lucas, dressed up in a white T-shirt and a pair of flannel pants dangling on his hips, held a tray of breakfast in his hands.Turning crimson, I immediately retracted my hand, but it was too late."You can't take it out without my permission." He smirked, kicking the door closed.Every single movement of his was effortless, while every single movement of mine was a trench battle against all the elements in this entire universe.I could see why he didn't want me.A wealthy prince falls in love with a poor wench in fairytales. In reality, a prince always marries a wealthier princess.Lucas put the tray on the table. His sculptured, pouty lips were curved into a sexy angle. He was dashingly refreshed an

Louisa's POVHis words hurt me in a way that I had never been hurt before.I wanted to argue that nobody had helped me to devise my own dream. But I failed. I couldn't collect myself.I wanted to convince myself that he was just caught up in the moment and he didn't really mean what he said.But, again, I failed.I had to face the fact that he meant every word of it. As much as I wanted to be with him, I was nothing to him. There were multiple gaps lying in front of us, wealth, status, values, and, of course, species.The fucking girl in my dream told me craps like love would build bridges to help us overcome everything and shit like that. I couldn't remember very clearly. Well, she must be living in a fucking candy land for trying to sell me fucking bullshit like that.Love exists. Santa exists. Unicorns exist. Fucking flying monkeys with Ottoman hats exist. Whatever you say. I don't buy any of it.My life was written before I was born. I was born to marry an equally poor male human

Lucas' POVFuck my life. Lycidas must have varnished the truth by making up crazy fucking stories to my father. There have been too many incidents these days, so technically speaking, Lycidas didn't really need to make up too many stories. First of all, the school bus I was on the other ran into a rogue wolf the other day. Some journalists in our world exaggerated it and claimed that I, the son of a Lycan, ran into a rogue in my limo and dragged him for several miles before finally scraping his remains off the tires. My father didn't like it since he was currently trying to negotiate a peace treaty with the rogues.Leo and I killed the Donaros at the cemetery in wolf form. Everything went well until some motherfucker junkies took a few snapshots and posted them on social media, and it went viral. People in town started urban stories like wolves chewing human faces and stuff like that. My father didn't like it, either.Plus, I sort of rejected my mate as my father requested, but in fa

Lucas' POVI felt that my lungs were punctured by one of my broken ribs, but I wasn't sure.My throat was filled with blood and bitter fluid, so I coughed it out."You aren't my son, because my son will never tell a lie so shamelessly right in front of his father." My father was fuming with anger.Before I could say anything else, my father struck me again. This time on my back.I immediately bent down and fell to the floor in pain."Look at you. Rolling on the floor like a fucking dog. Look at me, son. Why don't you look at me and answer my question again? Did you reject that human girl?!"My father grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. I guess my spinal cord was ruptured because I literally couldn't feel my legs."Father..." I spat the blood in my mouth and said in a blurry voice. "I didn't lie to you..." My father's eyes were blazing with tremendous disappointment and bone-chilling malice. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to stab the iron bar into my throat.The

Lucas' POVI couldn't depict the ecstasy when a werewolf felt that he was being accepted and admired by his mate.All I could say was that it was so real that it almost became a palatable thing. It was a feeling unlike any other. A sense of pride and satisfaction filled my soul and radiated outwards, warming me from the inside out.My lips were still burning with her scent. It lingered there and refused to fade away.I had kissed her multiple times, but we had never really kissed each other until the flaming kiss we shared a moment ago. A kiss that had been born in the fire and had forged a bond between us that would last a lifetime.I may have achieved nothing in my life. I might have been taken as a loser to my brother or a disappointment to my parents, but the existence of my mate proved that I was capable of achieving anything I set my mind to.I took a deep breath, savoring the moment. The sun was shining, the house was burning, the crows were screeching in rising smoke, and the