Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 234: Decision

After Lucian left their room, he went straight to find the king. It didn’t take long for him to find Talinor in one of his lounging rooms, where he had women swaying their curvy hips around him, with another one massaging his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair, a wine goblet in hand. He wasn’t alone in the room; his brothers and a few important court members of the werewolf clan were there as well, but none of them had any women around them because they had mates already, unlike the king.

Lucian walked into the room, his expression not revealing anything as he made his way to one of the empty chairs in the room and sat down. Though he was here, all his mind was with his wife. He couldn’t help but wonder if his siblings would be disturbing her when she’d just woken up.

She hadn’t even eaten yet, and he would like to have dinner with her in their room because he was starving as well. His worries for her condition had kept him away from doing so many things. He’d not only neglected his meals but also everything else. And now that she was awake, he wanted to spend every moment of the day with her until she was back to her normal strength.

"It’s still hard for me to believe that someone like you would let a mere human wrap you around her tiny fingers to the point you’d worry more about her than the throne you wanted so badly," came Talinor’s displeased voice as he opened his eyes and sat straighter in his chair after feeling Lucian’s presence in the room. "To think you’d prioritize her over the throne you were so desperate to claim just months ago—it’s unbecoming of a ruler or the Lycan you are." He lifted his goblet toward one of the women nearby, signaling for more wine.

Lucian leaned against his chair, his lips curving into a faint, humorless smile. "If caring for my wife makes me weak in your eyes, so be it. But don’t mistake your ignorance for wisdom, Talinor. When the time comes, you’ll see just how much strength she’s brought me—and how little your judgment matters." He remarked nonchalantly. "So can we get to the reason why we are all gathered here?"

"We will get to that, but first we have to clear something with you before we decide on giving you the support or talk about it," came the voice of one of the court members, a man who was as old as time, but none of his real age showed on his hardened young face.

Lucian gave a nod for them to go ahead, even though he had a feeling they had all come to some conclusion when he wasn’t here.

"We all know about your kind, Your Highness. We’ve grown up hearing about your legendary curse and none of us had expected you would be the reincarnation of the ancient cursed beast, and now that we know, putting someone like you on the Empire throne would help our kind immensely. We will no longer have to hide and fear that once we get discovered, we’d be hunted down. And King Talinor told us that if we give our support to you, you promised to let the werewolves be as free as humans in the land under your rules. But then we have another problem that will be the reason for us to want to reconsider giving you that support..." The man paused for a moment as if wanting everything he said to sink into Lucian’s head before he resumed gravely.

"From what we know about you, you were cursed to never find your mate..." The man was saying, but his beating around the bush without going straight to the point of what he wanted to say seemed to get on Lucian’s last nerves.

"Get to the point and let’s get it over with," he said calmly, even though there was nothing calm about him from the inside as he had a feeling where this conversation was leading to.

"Well, we can’t support you if you’ll be taking an ordinary human as your wife." The man let it out as he leaned back in his chair.

Lucian’s indifferent expression darkened slowly as he looked towards the king. "May I ask why?" he asked with that same calm voice, even though anger was rising from inside him.

"Why ask when the reason is obvious? A were-person can’t breed with a human," Talinor said as he met his darkened eyes equally. "Are you going to deny the fact that you haven’t consummated your marriage with her? It’s common knowledge among our kind that a human can’t withstand our strength, and if she can’t give you an heir to the throne after you take it, we risk our kind’s safety. What if something happens to you someday and you lose your life? We will be left to the mercy of someone else taking the Empire throne."

"Nothing will happen to me, I can assure you that. I heal faster than you can imagine." Lucian assured them, but his assurance made them all let out a bark of humorless laughter.

"It seems, Your Highness, you haven’t researched deeply about what killed the last person born with your curse. Just because we are like immortals who can live for so long doesn’t mean we can’t die." Came the words of another member of the court. and seeing Lucian’s slightly furrowed brows, he signaled for someone outside.

Not long, a man with chains around his ankles and wrists was dragged into the room and was forced to his knees in front of them. Lucian watched without questioning them. Until months ago, he knew little to nothing about his curse or what he was until he read little from the book he found in his library. The werewolves seemed to know much about him than he did himself, and he watched to see what they wanted to prove.

"This man has gone against the rules of our land, he is a man sentenced to death. So let us show you something," said the man who had been doing most of the talking, who he’d been introduced to Lucian as Lord Nickolas, the head of the court members.

Lord Nickolas poured something into a bowl of wine and gave it to one of the guards holding the prisoner down to feed to him. Lucian watched as the prisoner was forced into drinking the wine, and not long, he fell to the floor and began to groan while clutching his chest. His body convulsed violently, as though the wolf within him was fighting to break free, but even it was powerless against what was fed to him. And right before everyone’s eyes, the man struggled to his death.

Lucian turned to look at Lord Nickolas with slightly furrowed brows. "What did you feed him?" he asked curiously. He’d heard how werewolves healed fast, but he’d never heard of anything that could kill them this fast.

"Wolfsbane," the man said with a sly smile on his face. "The last person born with your curse was killed with the same poison. It’s a powerful thing that we can’t heal from, and neither can you. So you see, we are not immortal since we have something that could kill us. Now tell me, how can we give our everything to help you fight against the night creatures knowing you have no intentions of having someone to carry on your legacy after your death?"

Lucian’s clenched fists tightened as he understood what they meant. However, he didn’t want to consider what they were suggesting. "Aveline is the only woman I will keep by my side. I will take no other. I didn’t marry her because I wanted some damned heir, but because I love her. If I can’t touch her in bed, I won’t take another," he said firmly without even thinking too much about it. He hadn’t come to Nazia because he wanted them to force him into marrying another wife, and though he knew he couldn’t consummate his marriage with Ave for not being the same kind as him, he would never take another woman. He would never consider it.

King Talinor slammed his fist angrily on the table, startling the women around him. "Then you will have no support from us. To get my people’s support and get them to risk their lives for you, you’ll have to agree to take my sister, Nina, as your second wife and allow her to birth your heir. I don’t care whatever you do with the human girl, but if you don’t take a woman that can birth you your heir, then you are not fit for the throne."

Though the werewolves had lived their life hiding their secrets from the rest of the Empire, they wanted to live freely, but they weren’t willing to give their all to someone who wasn’t willing to give sacrifices to get what he wanted. They hadn’t even asked him to let go of the human completely; all they wanted was for him to take another woman who would birth him his heir and carry his name if something were to happen to him in the future.

For a moment when Talinor noticed Lucian’s eyes, he thought he was going to change his mind at that moment and agree to their condition, but to everyone’s surprise, he stood up to his feet and said, "I will never betray my wife’s trust by taking another woman." Saying this, he turned on his heels and walked out of the room.

Outside the room, Lucian almost bumped into Princess Nina, who had been listening to their conversation outside the door, but he stopped before he’d collided with her. She offered him a bitter smile and Lucian returned it with a curt nod as he moved around her, but then he stopped in his tracks when she suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

Turning around with brows drawn together in displeasure, he glanced down at her hand clutching his sleeve and then to her brown eyes that looked at him with feelings.

"You should think about it before you make a final decision. If you take me as your second wife, I’d ask nothing much from you but to be by your side as your biggest supporter. It will be more like a marriage contract," she advised calmly. Nina knew if he were to marry her and she gave him his heir, she had made her place permanent beside him. He needed someone more like his kind than a fragile human he couldn’t even touch in bed. Though she had managed somehow to stop his torment of his curse this red moon, Nina knew that wasn’t enough to make her fit to be by his side as his wife when she couldn’t give him what a man needed the most.

Lucian didn’t even waste his time talking to the Princess; he glared darkly at her fingers still clutching his sleeve, and she hurriedly let go. Without a word or two to her, he turned on his heels and made his way back to his wife.

Nina watched his retreating back with a tightened jaw. "Sooner or later, you’ll give in when you have no way of protecting her." When he would be sent away from Nazia, he’d have no choice but to agree to their condition. Or perhaps she could persuade the human to convince him into taking her as his second wife. If she loved him and wanted the best for him, she would talk him into it.