The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: One Hundred & Thirty Four

It feels like the Summit of the Three all over again. Only this time, there are no humans and I’m seated on the wrong side of the table, with the wrong hands on me.

The grand hall has been set up for a dinner too lavish for four. Lilith, Rafael and I on one side of the table. And Lucien solely seated directly opposite of me on the other side.

We were dressed lavishly as well. Rafael had me cleaned up. But it was no different from another parade. Another sheer dress worse than anything he’s ever had me in. It is silver and shimmers as if drenched in water. It doesn’t fall around me freely. No. It hugs to my curves, while revealing that have nothing underneath. The neckline takes a desperate plunge, exposing the raw red skin where ’UNCLEAN’ is branded across the mark in bold letters. My hair is swept into an updo, my face, painted once more.

There is no fire in the hearth tonight. It is so unbelievably cold in here and I’m dressed like we’re in the thick of the summer, goosebumps prickling my skin and my nipples pebbled through the material from the chill.

Lucien has not stopped staring at the brand.

He has stared at nothing else but the brand since I was brought in.

His expression is glacial, disinterested, as if carved from the same ice that lives in his blood. For the first time since we were torn apart, we are in the same room, breathing the same air... and yet, I feel nothing through the bond. No warmth. No spark. Just that vast, oppressive darkness that always rolls off him. The smell of power restrained and the kind of danger that never announces itselt.

He looks like he could kill everyone in this room without rising from his seat. And gods help me, he has never looked more beautiful.

He looks colder, crueler, and infinitely more alive. Every inch of him radiates control, and every breath he takes feels like a gift. That I get to see this again. Him.

My heart is beating itself to death, and all I want, all I can think, is to touch him. Just once. To bury my face in his neck and feel his pulse, his skin.

But Rafael’s claws dig into my thigh beneath the table, a reminder of how quickly things can go south.

He does an exaggerated sweep across the banquet--platters and basket of food, pastries, cured meats, fruit garlands, and wine. So much of it. "Does our palette not entice you, King Lucien? Or does your kind indulge in rawer, darker things? Perhaps some freshly killed lamb from the butcher?"

The insult doesn’t seem to make a dent.

My gaze travels across the table again. Lucien’s skin is so pale, he looks frozen. Even his crushing violet gaze look like chips of ice as they remain fixated on my neck. "The bargain," is all he says.

"What’s the hurry?" Rafael muses, snapping his fingers twice at the maids in the corner. "Pour him some wine."

They do. But Lucien doesn’t touch the wine or the goblet. His elbows rest against the arms of the chair, and it doesn’t matter that he’s in armor from head to toe, he looks as lazy as he does when he’s wearing a bathrobe.

He tips a single finger forward, spilling the wine across the table. But as it migrates from the goblet, it becomes reddened ice.

Rafael’s shoulders tightens in alarm, the guards in the room drawing their swords, and from the ceilings, I hear the twang of bows.

Lucien murmurs dryly, unfazed by the men in the room, "I strongly suggest you get to it, pup."

Lilith rises slightly, hands braced on the table. The ice melts instantly, the wine hissing into steam. A drop falls, scalding my thigh. I gasp, jerking, but Rafael’s grip holds me still.

He turns his head slightly toward me, voice dropping into something almost tender. "So if I die, I die without regret... save for one." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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