When Lucas descended the stairs, he was intercepted by Jimmy. "Hey, Wolf! Why are you late, and where’s Kyra? The celebration is about to start," Jimmy inquired. However, when he took a good look at Lucas, his mouth gaped open in astonishnt at his unique sense of style.
"Wow! Lucas, where did you get those clothes? You look amazing!" A cluster of males gathered around Lucas, showering him with complints.
"You look so handso!"
"I wish I could dress like him and impress the females."
Lucas, relishing the attention, looked at them proudly and responded, "I didn’t buy these clothes. Kyra specially made them for for the celebration." He said this with a hint of arrogance.
"I’m so jealous! Can I also be her mate?"
"I know she’s the kindest and most generous female! I wish I could be her male."
Lucas smirked, enjoying the attention he was receiving.
Monica, who had also descended the stairs with her males, noticed Lucas. Her eyes sparkled with desire as she laid eyes on such a unique male.
The way he dressed indicated that he must be quite intelligent. She paid no attention to anyone else as she walked confidently toward him.
Alan grabbed her wrist and said, "Monica, where are you going? We’re supposed to be over there." pointing to the sofas.
However, Monica glared at him and shook off his hand. "You go there. I’m going to check out that male. Just because I like you doesn’t an I can’t like other males," she said, completely disregarding him.
Alan’s heart shattered into pieces. He had left everything—his family, his brothers, his friends—for her, and this was how she treated him. He had thought she was different from other females, but it turned out she was just the sa.
He watched her walk away, and her male patted his back, saying, "She’s always been like this... That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you before you mated with her. But now it’s too late." He smiled sadly.
Alan looked at him. He had spoken to him many tis about Monica not being a good female, but he had thought he were just jealous of him.
"Thanks." Alan weakly smiled at them, his eyes filled with pain. His hands clenched as he witnessed Monica approaching a silver-haired guy who exuded arrogance.
Then he walked towards her alongside all the other n.
"Hey, are you new here?" Monica approached Lucas, batting her eyelashes. "I can tell you’re not a snake but a wolf." she said, trying to sound sweet.
Lucas glanced at her and sighed, thinking, ’ah! Another female who has fallen in love with him.’
"Jimmy, tell this unfamiliar female to keep her distance. My nose might start vomiting because of how bad she slls." Lucas scrunched up his nose and remarked.
Monica’s eyes flared up, and her dark black eyes turned red. "How dare you call slly!" she shouted in anger.
"I dared to call you slly because you stink." Lucas retorted, holding onto Jimmy and pretending to gag as if he were about to throw up.
Upon witnessing this, so of the other snakes knows Monica’s true colors and began secretly laughing.
"Can you help sit there?" Monica pointed to a chair.
"Do I look like your slave? I’m not going to do that for you." Lucas replied, rolling his eyes.
"I’ll give you a hundred coins if you do." Monica said, smirking.
"No." Lucas dismissed her without a care and started to walk away.
Vincent, who had just co downstairs, lazily observed the situation.
"200 coins" Monica offered, taking advantage of her wealth. In Beastcity, so males didn’t want to be her mate, but they paid her handsoly for a night together, making her quite rich.
Lucas gave her a sidelong glance.
"1000 coins" she said, her smile widening even more.
"Sure." Lucas said, smiling back. Monica smirked, knowing that no male could resist the lure of money these days.
"But give the money first." Lucas said, smirking.
"Okay." Monica agreed, and one of her males handed him a pouch of money.
Lucas pulled out the chair and slyly smiled at her. "Have a seat, female." Monica’s smile grew even wider as she walked towards him.
Vincent looked on coldly, his eyes fixed on the scene. For the sake of money, Lucas was even helping Monica sit. Vincent secretly hoped Kyra would abandon him.
Kyra, who rushed down the stairs, caught sight of Lucas smiling at another female, and her heart sank. She tightly gripped the railing of the stairs.
She didn’t even notice that many males’ eyes were drawn to her, including Vincent’s. Her plump, red lips and long, wavy red hair bounced with each step she took. Her golden dress accentuated her beauty, but her hazel-blue eyes were solely focused on Lucas, oblivious to the attention she was receiving.
Monica arrogantly prepared to sit down as Lucas held the chair, still smiling. However, when she was about to sit, he pulled the chair away, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud.
Unable to control himself, Lucas burst into laughter. "Oh my goodness, you actually thought I would do that for you... Hah!" He continued to laugh.
Witnessing Monica’s comical fall, so of the onlookers couldn’t contain their laughter. Even Vincent struggled to hold back a smile.
"Lucas!" Kyra rushed down the stairs, almost flying, but Lucas had already noticed her.
"Be careful!" He shouted as he hurried to catch her, and she smiled at him.
He winked at Kyra and jiggled the pouch of coins. "Look, baby! We’re rich," he said proudly. "I worked hard for it! And you get to spend it on anything you like in the market after we leave." He held Kyra’s hand.
They looked like a match made in heaven.
Seeing Kyra’s beauty, Monica sat on the ground, feeling jealous as her n held her by the arms and helped her up.
First, there was that Emma, who was more beautiful then her.
Now, this woman who looked a hundred tis more beautiful than her.
Who is she?
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