Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 101: The man on her bed

Chapter 101: The man on her bed

After dinner with the royal family, where Ave had been behind the curtains listening to all their lively discussions, with the princesses openly throwing themselves at Lucian who now looked better as though he hadn’t been injured in a spar, Ave left the dining hall and returned to the room assigned to her on the upper floor.

For the first time in forever, the sight of food didn’t excite her like it used to, and she had just eaten it because she wasn’t used to wasting her meals. She was so mad she wanted to walk up to the royals and hit Lucian. What was he thinking, discarding her like that without a word?

He had even brushed past her when she and Thalia were headed towards the dining hall, like she was invisible. He had treated her like air, like someone he didn’t know. They had been just fine until he kissed her in the corridor, and she called him a vampire. Was he so angry about that, that he was doing this to her?

Now that she was no longer his wife, she had no right to return to his palace and would remain here until he decided what to do with her after he had taken another wife. All of this made her miss home so badly that she would jump at any opportunity to go back to her time and take back her career.

Ave sighed as she walked up the stairs and down the polished corridors, her mind swirling with thoughts. She no longer had Lydia or anyone to talk to or ask anything. Not to mention she had been escaping the tyrant Empress all day, fearing the woman would summon her and kill her now that she was no longer Lucian’s wife.

Ave walked up to her new room, where she had been shown that afternoon, and pushed the door open. The lights were already lit as she made her way inside and closed the door behind her. To be safe, she locked it before turning to admire the room.

It wasn’t half as large as the one she used in Lucian’s palace or the one she had slept in last night, but it was big enough for a bed, a desk, a vanity table with a small mirror, and a wooden divider on the side that led to the bathing room and where her clothes were.

Ave went inside the bathing room and decided to take a bath before she slept. To her luck, the small bathtub was filled with hot water already, and after struggling for minutes without the help of any maidservant, she took off her dress and corset and slowly entered the tub, relaxing inside it.

Ave smiled as the hot water calmed her body in a way that made her feel refreshed. Ten minutes later, she pulled the plug to drain the tub and reached for a robe and a wiping cloth.

She trotted barefoot back to the bedroom and was about to sit in front of the vanity table to wipe her hair properly when she felt a gust of wind blow in from the window and touch her damp skin, causing gooseflesh to rise. She quickly turned around and was surprised to see the window, which she had briefly noticed was closed before stepping into the bathing room, now open, with the breeze blowing in and swaying the curtains.

A frown settled on her face as she stood and approached the window. She cautiously peeked her head out to look, seeing how far it was from the ground. Deciding the breeze had somehow opened it, she tied her robe around her waist and closed the window, locking it from the inside.

After locking it, she turned to return to what she had been doing, but the moment she turned around, her soul almost left her body in fright when she saw a man lying on her bed. She let out a scream before she could realize who it was.

He was out of the bed in a flash and standing before her, his palm pressing on her mouth to shut her up, while his other hand went around her waist to pull her close. His flame-like eyes burned brightly in the dim room.

Ave heard him click his tongue. "Why do you have to be so loud all the time, Aveline?" he whispered, his voice falling right on her ear as he leaned down, his palm still pressed to her mouth.

Ave glared at him with a look she knew was enough to convey her annoyance, unable to speak. How on earth had he entered her room through a window so high above?

She raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, trying to pull his hand down, but he pressed it tightly to her mouth, his arm around her waist pulling her body even closer to his, causing her body to stir up with warmth despite her anger towards him.

Without hesitation, Ave bit down on his palm, but he didn’t flinch or move his hand away. He only stared at her, the corner of his lips pulling up into a small smile.

Lucian, on the other hand, could feel her teeth gripping his skin tightly, but instead of the pain she thought he’d feel, he was having the opposite reaction. He could feel the warmth of her mouth on his palm and her supple lips around it, causing his groin to tingle and tighten as it reminded him of how her lips had felt against his that morning.

Lucian could tell from her glares that she was mad at him and would fill his ears with complaints if he let her speak. She’d probably not even listen to him, from what he knew about her. He felt her bite harder on his palm.

Lucian let out a small chuckle. "Fierce little kitten, your bite is nothing to me. But if it makes you feel better, you can keep biting." He muttered softly, and without giving her any chance to react, he pulled her up with one arm and walked backward towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap straddling his thighs, her robe moving up and allowing her to sit bare against him, as she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the robe.

Ave’s face flushed and her eyes widened as she felt the fabric of his trousers on the bare skin of her thighs and behind. This was no longer funny. Did he think he could treat her like an invisible fool all day and then come into her room through her window and do as he pleased after publicly disposing of her?

She raised her hand and began hitting his hand with all her strength while trying to stand from his lap, but his arm tightened around her waist to keep her down. "I’ll let you go, but only if you promise to listen to what I have to say. Alright?" he asked.

Ave wasn’t in the mood to listen to anything he had to say. She didn’t want him here or anywhere near her. She continued to hit his chest to vent her anger, and he allowed her without trying to stop her until her hands began to hurt, and she slowly stopped, glaring at him. That was the only thing she could do in such a situation.

"Are you satisfied now?" he asked when she finally calmed down. When she didn’t reply and kept glaring at him, Lucian sighed. "What happened today in the dining hall at breakfast wasn’t something I predicted."

Did he think he could talk her out of hating him for what he did to her? She had not only felt humiliated but also alone in this huge palace. If he didn’t give her a good explanation today, she was going to mark his handsome face with punches until he couldn’t recognize himself in the mirror.

Lucian continued, "Weeks ago, when I began to suspect Selene, I decided to dispose of her as my wife. I sent a request to the Emperor for approval before taking another wife. When you came here, I had completely forgotten about the request until this morning when the Emperor announced it." He told her, and seeing that she looked calmer, he slowly brought his hand down from her mouth. Instead of pulling it away, he wrapped it around her waist and interlocked his fingers on her back, caging her on his lap.

Ave wiped her lips to rid herself of the lingering warmth of his palm, before glaring at him again. "Then why the hell didn’t you take the request back and let them dispose of me like that?" she demanded, but Lucian arched a brow.

"Why should I? You’re not my wife or anything. I’ve disposed of Selene, not you."

Ave pursed her lips. "I’m in her body, and whatever affects her affects me. You have to take it back and give me back my princess title. I liked it better when I was a princess here, and I want Lydia back on my side." She complained, realizing the privileges she had lost. She saw Lucian’s eyes flicker between two colors.

"Nobody can take back something the Emperor has approved. You are no longer my wife. Or should I say Selene? However, if you want to be a princess again, it’s only if I agree to marry you and make you my wife again," he said with a crooked smile, watching her face as if trying to gauge her reaction.

Pursing her lips, Ave subconsciously played with the ends of his long hair between her fingers as she said, "Then let’s get married tomorrow." It wasn’t like he would be marrying her—it was Selene’s body, after all.

"Are you certain you want to marry me?" he questioned quietly. "Because this time, if I marry you, you’ll have to take full responsibility as my wife," he told her, unable to hide his amusement.

If she were to agree, he wouldn’t hesitate to marry her and make her his, as she had been driving him crazy lately to the point where he could only think about her all day. Ignoring her had been like a torture to him, and he hated that.

Ave gazed at his face uncertainly before asking, "By taking full responsibility as your wife, do you mean I’ll have to... have sex with you and do all those things?" She saw him nod, and she scoffed before slapping his shoulder. "In your dreams. I don’t want to be your wife then."

She would rather remain as she was until she found a way home by herself, without his help or anyone else’s. She didn’t like him and would never go to that extent of being his wife and giving her body to him, something that had never once crossed her mind in the modern world.

A look of hurt crossed Lucian’s expression, but he masked it as quickly as it came. "I’ve thought as much, which was why I didn’t say anything in the dining hall this morning," he uttered calmly as he gazed into her blue eyes, with damp long lashes casting delicate shadows on her flushed cheeks. He hadn’t really expected her to want to be his wife, and he would never force her to be as he also didn’t want her to agree.

However, whenever it came to her, he couldn’t promise not to touch her or let his body take control of him. Just like she always made him lose control of himself, he couldn’t help but notice small details about her.

How her wet hair still dripped with water and trailed down to her chest, disappearing into her robe where the cold had caused her breast to hardened through the robe’s smooth material. How he could feel the warmth emanating from between her legs as she sat straddling his thighs without wearing anything underneath. He saw her shiver slightly as if she was cold.

Already feeling his body react to these details, he cleared his throat and spoke in a voice he didn’t recognize as his own. "Let’s get you dried up before you catch a cold," he whispered, and without waiting for her reply, he grabbed the wiping cloth from the bed and draped it over her hair. He then gently put her down to sit on the floor between his legs.

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