Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 336: His son

Lucian knelt before her and held her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks to make her look at him.

"We were once attacked by assassins on our way back from the market in Pendragon. You made your first kill then. You killed more than one man. I never told you about it and made you forget because I wanted to protect you." He caressed her cheeks, his thumb brushing away her tears as she stared at him, her breath shaky.

"But one thing I want you to know—you never killed anyone without reason. You killed to defend yourself, to survive." His voice dropped to a low murmur, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, tilting her face slightly upward.

Ave’s lips trembled, her chest rising and falling unevenly with the emotions that overwhelmed her. Everything had just come down on her at once. First, she’d found out about this man being the father of her son, then she realized she had powers and had used them to kill—and had done it before.

"And you still love me, even though I’ve killed before?" she whispered, unable to believe that a man could love a woman who had taken lives so easily. She was using her modern mindset to process everything, and to her, a murderer would always be a murderer. Regardless of the circumstances, she had committed a crime and done something terribly wrong. How could he love someone like that?

Lucian’s gaze darkened at her question as he smiled in a way that made him look somewhat sinister. He leaned in, his lips barely grazing her forehead before trailing down to her cheek, his breath warm against her skin. When he spoke, his voice was husky and laced with something raw and unapologetic.

"Who am I to judge when I have done worse than kill, my love? Before you came into my life, I’ve bathed in the blood of men who begged for mercy, felt their last breath against my hands, and did not blink. I’ve torn through battlefields with nothing but rage, hunted those who wronged me merely by calling names without remorse. If you can love me despite that, why wouldn’t I love you?"

His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, his touch both possessive and comforting. His lips ghosted over her cheek again, as if sealing his words against her flushed skin.

"You think taking a life makes you a bad person?" He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze, where something outworldly burned beneath those amber eyes. "Then what does that make me?"

He gave her no time to answer. His lips brushed against hers, slow, deliberate—neither demanding nor gentle, but something in between, something sinful and unshakable.

"You are mine," he murmured against her lips. "And nothing you do will ever change that. Nothing. Not even the fact that you’ve slept with another man and birthed his son."

Ave froze in his arms at his words. Realization slowly dawned on her as she pushed against his chest to meet his smoldering eyes that regarded her with unhidden lust, love, and desire. He had claimed her as his wife but had not claimed her son as his, which meant he didn’t know that Ian was his flesh and blood.

"I did not sleep with any other man," she whispered as she met his eyes. She saw his fine dark brows draw together as if he was confused by her words.

"Then Ian, who fathered him?" he asked, his eyes searching hers without so much as blinking. He had not asked her this question sooner because he did not want to know that she had loved a man who didn’t feel the same for her in this lifetime and birthed his child. He had wanted to overlook it and make her love him, but now it seemed there was no other man. Then how did she get the boy? Who could the father be...

Lucian did not finish that thought as her eyes gave him the answers. She cupped his face in her hands and touched his nose with her fingers as tears welled in her eyes.

"Avian. Ave and Lucian. Avian has your nose, your jaw, your smile, your hair, and your caring nature. He is so much like his father than I thought. No wonder you two get together so easily. I should have seen it sooner..." She stroked his face as she watched his eyes tremble as if he couldn’t believe it.

Lucian stilled, and for a moment, he just stared at her, as if trying to process what she had said.

His fingers twitched at his sides. His lips parted, but no words came out. All he could think about was that Ian was his son and that her pregnancy in their time had been brought to this time and she’d had their child. This thought had never crossed his mind, not once, and he was finding it hard to take in.

He blinked once. Twice.

Then, his hands moved, almost hesitantly, cupping her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks as if touching her would make it real. "Ian... he’s mine?" His voice was rough, quiet.

Ave nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. "Yes, he’s your son," she said with a smile.

His chest rose sharply, his jaw tightening as emotions crashed into him all at once. He let out a short, shaky breath, his hands dropping before he suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly it was as if he feared she’d disappear.

"I should have known," he muttered against her hair, his voice strained.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his amber eyes darker than before. "Does he know?"

Ave shook her head.

Lucian swallowed hard, nodding slowly. His grip on her tightened. "Then I’ll tell him myself. Where is he? Let’s go to him now." He began to stand, but she reached out and held his arm to stop him. He turned to look at her, but she gave him no time to ask her why she stopped him because she came into his arms willingly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I want to remember our lives before this. I want you to... to love me on that rose-covered bed tonight. We will go to our son in the morning. The housekeeper would have put him to bed by now..." She let her eyes trail down to his lips, where he wet them with his tongue. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his arms came around her waist, pulling her to him.

His fingers flexed around her waist, his eyes darkening with lust. He didn’t speak again. He didn’t need to, as he’d wanted this moment for what seemed like forever—where she would want him to remind her of their love before.

His lips crashed against hers, no hesitation, no restraint. He kissed her hard and raw like he was devouring her, his tongue slipping between her lips, sweeping deep, tasting her. His kiss was hot, wet, demanding—his tongue tangled with hers, stroking, teasing, dominating. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Ave moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer. Lucian growled low in his throat, a sound of pure possession. His hands roamed down, gripping her hips before sliding up, his fingers skimming over the curve of her breast, but wasn’t satisfied as she wore a bra underneath her blouse.

He cupped her through the bra, but she shrank back as if embarrassed. He pulled his mouth from her lips to look at her. Seeing the flush on her face, he realized this would be like her first time in this era. Her body wasn’t the one Selene had misused but another one that had been reborn and was new to this, even though she’d had their son.

Smiling down at her embarrassed face, he pecked her lips. "You look adorable, my love. Come." He stood to his feet and pulled her up with him, guiding her to the bed.

He would make sure this night was the most memorable of all the ones he’d had with her because he would be the first man touching her this time around. There was never Caelan’s print on her—she would be his. Not that he had minded that in the past, but this was like an honor fate was giving him again, and he intended to make it the best for her.