Ileus: The Dark Prince

"And how come you are in the territory of the Silver Vales pack?" asked Lucas waving his hand around. "Are you here secretly?" He looked over her shoulders and said, "You don't even have kids." The way he said it clearly showed that he was insulting her. "Have you come for husband hunting in the capital? But I thought your father was a strict beta!" 

Olivia shot a dark glare at him but she knew that Lucas was not the type who would understand the meaning of her glare and he possessed this uncanny habit of making others extremely comfortable. She wondered how he could be so popular back then.

"What about you Lucas? The last I heard was that you ran away from the Whiteclaw pack to become rich." Lucan cringed at her words. "Why don't I see any change in you?" 

His visage turned dark. "Well, I have clearly changed more than you, and I don't have to traverse Central Saion secretly to hide or find a spouse." Then he leaned back slightly, looked her up and down with a contemptuous gaze and said, "Why did I ever show interest in a woman like you?" 

Olivia actually wondered how she could catch the attention of such an annoying bastard. Lucas was five years older than her, but such an ass. "Because according to you, 'my voice was so good that one could release, listening to it. And that one could fuck at night without seeing her face while listening to my voice.' I think that's what you said to your friend, especially when you were drunk." She had never let him touch her and she thanked god for that. 

Lucas was left dumbfounded at the way she answered him smartly. In order to cover up his stupid position, he said sleazily, "You do look very appealing now. Why don't you come with me to my room? We can begin our friendship all over again." 

Olivia's skin crawled with pure disgust and aversion for a man like him. She could imagine his shanty of a room. "Don't ever. Speak that. Again." She turned to leave. 

"You never had luck that time, nor will you have it ever!" 

She halted, turned to glance at him over her shoulder and said, "I am beta's daughter, Lucas. Don't even compare my suitors. Go find women of your level." 

"Bloody bitch!" he charged at her but found a large man knocking him down. 

Finn growled over him and was about to lunge again when Lucas scrambled away and fled in the growing sea of the crowd. 

"What did he say?" Finn asked, his face twitching with anger. 

"Nothing of consequence," she dismissed. 

"Then let us go to where the Master is waiting." Finn stopped at a few more places before reaching the bouillon shop.

She followed him through the swelling crowd. When they reached the place, it was teeming with people and they couldn't find Kaizan. They had a hard time finding a corner to sit, but Finn pointed out one and asked her to go and sit there while he brought food. "It seems the Master is still busy." He scanned the area nervously and hesitated. 

"I will be fine, Finn," she assured him. 

He gave her a tight nod and headed for a stall that sold the best broth of the capital. She walked through the maze of chairs and tables to the corner as her eyes searched for Kaizan.

Olivia froze after a while. There, sitting at a large rectangular table on one side was Lucas with his friends, drinking brew from a pitcher and coaxing the girl serving ale to let him touch her breasts. He laughed rowdily when the girl blushed. 

Right at the corner of that table, across from him, was Kaizan, with a thin wood in his hand that he was sharpening with his knife. 

Olivia was petrified. She didn't want to show her acquaintance with Lucas to Kaizan. She ducked low and scanned to find another place close enough. She thought that when Finn would come, he would call Kaizan to her. However, as luck might have it, she found Lucas loudly boasting to his friends. "She was just as I saw her back then in the Whiteclaw pack, too coy. But I tell you friends, if I coax her a little more, she would start sucking me right here. I would wrap my fingers around her golden hair and guide her well."  His friends laughed all the more. 

Olivia thought she was about to puke. The bastard was speaking so much filth in front of Kaizan. She felt… low. Tears stung her eyes and she regretted having met Lucas in her life. How could a man be so mean and condescending? 

Kaizan narrowed his eyes. He dug the wood with his knife a little more to make it pointed. 

"That haughty beta's daughter, didn't deserve a man as beautiful as you Lucas," said a friend and filled his pitcher. 

"You are right!" Lucas dwelled in the flattery. "But her face and that body and that voice— ahhh! Gods," he groaned. "I could come by seeing her." 

Olivia prayed to every god that Kaizan didn't understand that correlation. It was simply too demeaning. 

Kaizan placed the small spear on his side. He wiped the knife on his pants and then twisted sharply like an asp. His knife struck home. It pierced right in the palm of Lucas where it rested over the table. 

Shocked as hell, Lucas screamed in pain and everyone in the bouillon shop froze to their spot. Lucas looked at the place where his hand was pinned to the table. He tried to yank it and cried more in pain. His eyes went to the man who did it. A man wearing black jacket and black pants. His demeanor was deadly, like that of a lion on the hunt.

"You moron!" Lucas shouted in agony.

Kaizan rose to his feet, held Lucas' wrist and pulled his knife out which resulted in another scream, ripping the air. Kaizan wiped the blade of the knife on Finn's shirt who had run to his side by then. 

"Sorry," he said in an ice cold voice.. "I missed seeing your hand over there."