Chapter 12

Lucien's POV

I walked back to my room, ignoring Stella's questions and stepping into the bathroom to bathe. I washed myself thoroughly without rushing, alpha Devon wasn't going anywhere.

I came out of the bathroom, cleaned myself up and dressed. I wore black pants, a black shirt laced with golden edges and a golden corset. I did nothing to my hair, leaving it in the usual style.

I wore no jewelry except a pair of golden cufflinks and then I wore a pair of high sole black boots. I looked in the mirror and nodded my head in approval. This was my war dress, it was also the same style of dress I wore to funerals.

If I was going to fight, I might as well kill the opponent in the process to tie up loose ends. I walked out of my room and headed towards the exterior of the building where I had previously ordered the guards to wait for me.

I walked at a steady pace, my aura primed to its peak state. As I passed, whoever I came across made sure to avoid eye contact. All except one, Donovan.

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