Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Auren POV

Vasko Vaslot. I repeated that name silently in my mind as I scrambled through my memories. Where did I hear it? Auren Vaslot? When recognition hit me the surprise that flickered through me left me breathless. I took a ragged breath in trying to make sense out of things.

That was the name of the wolf who I had seen in my visions when I was in the Elderemere ruins. He was the one who rejected his moon–mate, Naqia All the time I thought that what I saw was nothing but fragments of my tortured mind. But was it the case? Maybe what I saw in the ruins was true. I did happen in the past.

Goddess. It was the first time I heard Lucien’s last name and it sounded like it belonged to me, like I was destined to be Auren Vaslof.

“Auren” he said in a low, cautious voice.

I snapped out of my thoughts. “Lucien, there’s something I’d like to say!” I replied excitedly.

“Sure, what is it?” he asked with a frown.

“Mr Vaslof?” A soft voice interrupted us.

looked at the woman who was standing in the doorway of a room in front of us. With chocolate brown hair that was tied in a ponytail, she looked pretty. She was wearing scrubbers and so I assumed that she was a doctor. Ignoring me completely, she tilted her head and smiled at Lucien. “I’m Dr. Sheila. I’ve been expecting you. Please come in, Sir,” she said with a pale blush on cheeks and a suggestive smile.

My earlier thoughts disappeared,

Never leaving my hand, Lucien nodded and guided me inside her room. Sheila’s chamber was small but cozy. As we sat across her at the table, her focus remained on Lucien. But the way she eyed him was like he was a candy she wanted to eat. I didn’t like it one bit, but I guess since he was one of the major donors to this hospital, regard for him was natural.

“You wanted to see the nutritionist?” she inquired. “Unfortunately, she is on a long paternity leave. I’m filling in for her.”

“I see.” Lucien replied. “We are here to get a detailed diet plan for Auren.”

“Oh, I see,” she said dryly. Then she began asking me various questions. I answered all of them right from what I eat to what I would love to eat, but it seemed like she wasn’t listening to what I said. After about ten minutes, she handed me a folder. “This includes the food options for you. Make sure that you read it all.”

As I took the folder in my hand and flipped through the pages, I realized that all this information was available online. I saw it often on the tablet that Lucien had given me. And one printed paper was like she had downloaded it without research and punched it in the folder. I sighed. What was the point in coming here? I could have researched all this on the Internet. But I didn’t say anything to her because that would be impolite. So, I thanked her. “Thanks, Dr. Sheila.”

She waved me off indifferently and turned her attention back to Lucien. And once again hearts appeared in her eyes. “Mr. Vaslof, there’s a charity ball in two days for cancer research in our hospital. People have been asking me if had found my partner for it.” She batted her eyelashes as if looking for an answer from Lucien. “I was thinking…”

Ignoring her blatantly, Lucien looked at me. “Would you like to ask her anything? Anything specific that you would like to include in your diet?”

Yes, I had hundreds of questions! I really wanted to ask Sheila as to why she was snubbing me. Was this how she was with all her patients? And why was she eye–fucking? We came this far only to talk about my diet plan. The fact that Lucien wanted to mark me was so overwhelming that I would do anything for it–Even come to a nutritionist and follow every diet she suggested. Basically, I wanted to be healthy as a horse to take his mark.

But I pursed my lips and said, “No!”

Lucien’s brows furrowed as he studied me. Then he fully turned to me and cupped my cheeks with his large hands. His dark eyes stared intensely into my gray ones, piercing into my soul. I felt a blush creeping on my cheeks as my eyes widened. What was he doing? What was he trying to prove? Or was it that he also felt the same?

“Dr. Sheila,” he said, tilting his head. “I don’t think my wife is satisfied with your counseling.”

Wife. The word sounded like a caress to me, my heart filling with warmth.

“Wife?” Sheila squeaked. Her eyes snapped to me and she paled. “I–I’m sorry but I gave her the best meal plans.” Then she added with a sad expression and a shaky voice. “However, it is natural for her to find faults. Rich wives always do that.” Under the façade of her sad expression, it was easy to see that she was panicked because her insincerity was exposed. She looked from me to Lucien.

Lucien lowered his hands, to take mine in his large ones. He turned to Sheila and scoffed, “Don’t you say that to my wife. Your meal plan is shitty and judging by the look of it, you probably pulled it off the Internet. Auren kept quiet about it out of politeness. But did you take me for a fool?”

His words surprised me because he actually noted what I also noted. The thing was that when Dr. Sheila was giving him suggestive smiles, he was 1/2

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Chapter 63