At the sa ti Lucas finally shifted into his human form, he looked at Vincent, who was sitting on the bed with his legs spread and his hands behind his head.
Vincent looked relaxed, almost smug, and it only made Lucas’s blood boil more.
"Why did you marry my Kyra? I know you had a crush on her, but I never expected you to actually go through with it," Lucas said through gritted teeth. "And how did you even manage to make her agree to marry you?" He walked towards Vincent, anger flashing in his eyes. The sunny disposition he usually had was now overshadowed by clouds of gloom.
"Thanks to your tribe mbers, I was able to marry her without lifting a finger." Vincent chuckled, his dark red eyes glinting with a twisted kind of amusent.
"What do you an?" Lucas’s eyebrows shot up in confusion.
"Your tribe mbers are forcing Kyra to take more mates because they believe she can’t take care of you alone," Vincent explained with a smirk. "They think it’s ridiculous that she only has you, especially since you’ve been injured and unable to fend for yourself. So, they pressured her into taking more mates. And then, that stupid female suggested that to prove I wasn’t lying about mating with Kyra, we should marry in her temple." His smirk grew wider, eyes darkening as he thought about how they had pushed Kyra into such a situation.
Vincent had originally co with Kyle to discuss the tribe’s plans in detail. His males had already purchased so goods, but there were still other things they couldn’t find, and he needed Kyra’s help. However, when he arrived at the tribe, everything was eerily silent.
The guards let him inside, but it felt as though the entire place was deserted. Thanks to his sensitive ears, he picked up the loud voices of a crowd nearby.
His blood boiled when he saw Kyra standing alone, enduring the accusations and commands of the tribe mbers.
He overheard two wolves talking about how Lucas was injured and couldn’t take care of himself, which was their twisted justification for forcing Kyra to take more mates.
The whole situation infuriated him. How could they not see that Kyra was more than capable of handling things on her own? Instead, they chose to push her into a corner, using Lucas’s injury, they want to force Kyra to take more mates
Hearing Vincent’s words, Lucas’s face went blank. "They did that... They want to force Kyra..." His voice beca lower and lower.
"Why should I lie to you? Ask Kyra yourself when she cos here." Vincent said, his dark red eyes eting Lucas’s blue ones.
Lucas bit his lip, his fists clenched. Though it was unbelievable, he knew it was true.
The tribe elders, especially Partrich, was worried about single males. But he couldn’t tolerate what had happened to Kyra. She must have been feeling lonely and scared without him, and he felt stupid for losing the fight and putting her in such a situation. If he were stronger, none of this would have happened.
"I believe you," Lucas said, shutting his eyes tightly. He ran a hand through his silver hair and rubbed his face as he paced around the room. His eyes blankly looked outside the window before he sat near Vincent.
"Thanks for helping her," Lucas said in a low voice, looking outside at the two wooden window panels rattling in the heavy wind. The cool fresh air hit his face as Vincent watched him with surprise.
The dark shadows fell on Lucas’s face due to the lack of light. His blue eyes were dim, and his pink lips were tightly pursed. He wore his usual thin white fur cloth, and Vincent noticed the area around his neck where there was a wound, with the bandage now lying on the ground.
Vincent didn’t like seeing him like this. "Don’t thank , anyway, because we’re family now," Vincent said with a smirk.
Hearing this, Lucas’s attention snapped back to Vincent, his eyes widening. "No way! Just because you married her doesn’t an I approve. I am the main husband, after all."
"No, you’re not, baby wolf." Vincent said, sitting up straighter and laughing as he saw Lucas’s eyes flash with anger.
"You’re the baby! Your whole family is baby! From which angle do I look like a baby?" Lucas said angrily, forgetting how Kyra once called him ’baby’ and how he had blushed and liked the na.
"From every angle," Vincent replied with a smirk.
"You—" Lucas angrily lunged at Vincent, ready to punch him. Vincent caught his fist and they rolled on the bed, staring at each other intensely.
"I hate you," Lucas said, trying to kick him with his leg.
"You’re talking as if I love you," Vincent replied, rolling his eyes.
"Fuck..." Their eyes widened as they fell to the ground, having broken the bed.
"It’s your fault, Wolf," Vincent gritted his teeth. "Now where will Kyra sleep?"
"Who asked you to call baby?" Lucas shot back, glaring at him.
They lay there for a mont, both breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a anger.
"And it wasn’t even our property you broke! Who told you to go and beco violent?" Vincent said, standing up and pinching the space between his brows in frustration.
"You—" Lucas began to retort, but stopped as Vincent saw him clutching his wound, blood flowing from his neck.
Vincent quickly picked up the bandage from the ground and moved toward Lucas. Lucas narrowed his eyes, watching him warily.
Vincent ignored the stares, realizing the bandage was too wet to use. He glanced around and spotted so thin hide under the pillow. Grabbing it, he began to wrap it around Lucas’s neck.
"You’re crazy." Vincent muttered, his eyes cold as he tightly bandaged the wound with the cloth.
Lucas winced slightly but remained silent as Vincent looked at him coldly.
And Kyra, who arrived at the door, stopped and looked at them.
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