Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Lucien’s hand wors firm as he guided the down the hallway all the way to the north wing. My heart thudded in my chest, confusion and curiosity worling together. The north wing wasn’t a place tever frequenteil. This was the place he had asked me to stay away from.

Ever since I had come. I had avoided it to the level that I hadn’t even ventured into the house, scared that I might step in the north wing and upset Alpha 1 ucm. So you won’t understand the panse that was rising in my chest Was he upset with my performance in the main hall in front of Ekler Ryna‘ What souki i do? li studn’t feel like a performance on his part and it certainly wasn’t a performance on my part. It felt so real. As we climbed the stairs toward his room. I became paranol Why the hell didn’t I perform as he had asked me to instead of giving in to my sensations?

We stopped in front of a grand wooden door and I hesitated. “This will be your room from now on,” he said, his voice deep, commanding.

1 blinked, staring at the door and then at him. “What? Wh

Why! I don’t understand His scent in the air was stronger than ever and by looking at the adjacent door. I knew that it was his room.

He looked at me, his expression dark and very serious. Tim not explaining myself, Auren. It’s an order. You’ll sleep here. Your things will be brought up shortly

But why so close to your

to your room?” I asked hesitantly, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

Hearched an eyebrow. “Do you question all my decisions, or just the ones that involve you?”

gulped and shook my head quickly. “No, Alpha Lucien. I just

ou’re safer here. That’s all you need to know,” he cut me off, his tone brooking no argument. “And how many times do I have to ask you to call me

and not Alpha Lucien?”

“Sorry.” I whimpered

wi is going to get all your things here. Do you want anything additional?”

“No.” I quickly shook my head. He had given me more than I ever possessed in my life.

“Where’s your phone?” he asked as he opened the door and nagged me inside, his grasp still firm on my wrist.

“In my other room.”

“Keep it with you always. I’ll ask Vivi to get that as well for you,” he ordered. He turned to leave but before leaving, he added, almost as an afterthought “Get some rest. We’re attending The Celestial Soirée tomorrow evening. Be ready.” And just like that he was gone, leaving me Manned

I stood there for what felt like forever before finally stepping into the room. It was beautiful–Lavish, warm, and filled with sunlight streaming through tall windows. The walls were painted a soft cream, adorned with delicate gold accents that shimmered in the natural light. A massive four- poster bed stood in the center, draped in silky, deep–red curtains that matched the plush rug beneath my feet. There was a carved wooden wardrobe and a vanity by the window, which overlooked the forest that surrounded the puck. It felt luxurious, even intimate. But the idea of being so close to him made me uneasy.

A thousand thoughts chaired in my mind. Why had he brought me here? To make the matters worse, the sensation of his kiss lingered on my lips. Thinking about it gave me goosebumps and I wrapped myself with my arms. He continued to kiss me even though Elder Ryna was standing in the main hall, watching us. My darout turned dry and I let out a sigh. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I knew one thing–Lucien didn’t want any strings attached. This was a pure business transaction and whatever he dish was for the benefit of his pack

“Lady Auren!” Vivi knocked the door, making me snap out of my reverie.

I whipped my head to look at her “Vivi. I have to ask you something”

She gave a broad smile and came inside, her hand loaded with my clothes. A battery of servants followed her who all had my belongings. “Sure,” she replied as she directed all of them to arrange my clothes.

I waited for the servants to leave and then asked her, “What is The Celestial Soiree about?”

“Are you going for that!” she asked, excite

excitement evident in her eyes.

I nodded. “Yes, Alpha Lucien wants me to accompany him there.”

She clasped her hand. “Oh wow” She came to me and first made me sit down on the bed. “Lady Auren, it’s our yearly event. A glamorous ball where unused wolves dress in her attire and try to find their perfect match. The event includes ballroom dances, slow–building ronunces, and even matchmaking games hosted by pack elders or Alpha

I stared at her, my eyes going wide by the second. “Alplia Lorien attends in every year!” I asked, feeling jealous,

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