Chapter 2

“Whose birthday are you celebrating?”

Ana silently stared at the man before her, her features similar to his also turned serious. “Whose birthday are you celebrating?”

With those words repeated multiple times, Lancer frowned slightly.

But he furrowed his brow even more at the mention of the formal term for him.

He took a deep breath, and smiled, picking up the fallen gifts slowly one by one, “Are you mad at daddy because daddy is late for your birthday?”

Lancer voice were very soft, his prepared gifts piling over on his arms.

Ana turned her back, huffing quietly, but still enough for Lancer to hear, “Childish,” leaving Lancer who paused, his smile fading bit by bit as he looked at her retreating back.

Aliana chuckled gently, seeing her daughter finally enter her room, slamming the door shut.

Her weak pretense in front of her daughter from earlier, disappearing.

Lancer slowly turned his head over at Aliana who laughed just after the kid was gone, her head tilting as the corner of her lip curled up, taking a piece of a cut cake on the table and forked a tiny fallen piece from it.

“Never thought you would be treated by your daughter like that, huh? Lancerixious,” as if thinking of something funny, she softly laughed again, her shoulders trembling in forced tries, to not to laugh out loud.

“Did you sow discord between me and my daughter again?” Lancer asked coldly, though the gaze he used to look at her says otherwise.

Aliana paused, looking at Lancer's face before snickering, as if the way that Lancer asked her such a thing was funny, but still leaving her baffled.

“Sown discord?” 

How could she even possibly have sown discord when this guy was the one actively looking for someone to sown discord?

This guy, really is…

Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crossed her arm.

“You know…” instead of answering Lancer's question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her. 

“How could I possibly sow discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions to her mother?” Aliana smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

Though, the whimpering of her wolf, voicing her protest softly, but is felt strongly, made her feel as if there was an electric shock on her body.

Aliana bit her lower lip, about to fight with her wolf, when..

“Grrr.”

Aliana flinched at Lancer growl void of strong violence, but she bared her teeth, growling back angrily at Lancer who suddenly came closer, pushing her against the edge of the table, his back bent as his face neared her own, having those golden eyes darkening with rage. “How can mates divorce? A blasphemy against the moon goddess fated threads!” 

“It will never happen. Don’t dream!”

His voice was low as he growled, his adam apple bobbling up as green veins burst out of his forehead and hand, because of the force he used while restraining both of her sides.

Aliana relaxed, she blinked, then silently stared at him. When Lancer calmed down and about to let her go, his expression cooling and returning to the once cold and detached emotion he had towards this bestowed mate of his, Aliana laughed.

She laughed.

“Are you sure?” 

Aliana voice was soft as she asked, “Are we really mates though? Am I… really your mate? Lancerixious.” 

Those dark green eyes stared back at him, it seemed to have a little bit of red that tint within them, showing the turmoil of the owner behind those eyes.

Lancer bent down, once again agitated. A little bit of fur appeared on his left arm, his golden eyes flickering to her sudden manic gaze. It made him feel a chill running down his spine. But he just frowned slightly, thinking it was a normal trait for a dominant omega to have. 

“Don’t let me force you to get that thought out of your head—”

His words were cut, as Aliana claws came out of her left hand, scratching the side of Lancer cheeks, dripping down a cut of blood down to his chin. 

Slap!

Lancer eyes slowly widened, raising his hand to hold the cheeks that went bloody.

Slowly turning his head to look over at the woman he didn’t even bother to spare any attention with except for their heat cycle month, had his jaw clenched in suppressed anger, “You dare….”

Aliana cut him off, her head tilting as she brought her claws close to her lips, savoring the blood that was on them, “Yeah, and I even dare to ask the moon goddess again if you were really my mate.”

“Or… was recognized my mate as a mistake,” Lancer growled, his face becoming furry as his own golden eyes shimmered in fury. Aliana gritted her teeth, her wolf, who realized she was in danger was about to automatically shift on her form, but she stopped, as Aliana took the opportunity to hold the loose cross necklace on Lancer neck, yanking it towards her violently. “Cause Lancer, if you really are my destined mate. The moon goddess should have punished you for your infidelity long ago..”

“Am I right?”

Aliana let him go, her eyelashes flickered down, calmly taking a tissue out from the counter as she wiped off the blood from her claws, “Maybe I could even ask… if that recessive omega is your mate instead.”

Lancer transformed, his towering silver wolf form hovered above her head, growling, his mouth opened wide, as if to eat her if she was to say more.

“…”

Her wolf hidden inside her, paused, whimpering in disbelief at her bonded wolf act of violence towards her, then growled in anger when Lancer took a step closer towards her. Aliana snickered, looking at Lancer whole wolf form that looked quite agitated, facing her.

“She’s starting to hate you,” pausing, Aliana laughed, "Just like how I hate you all along,” she mocked.