Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 132: Anger

Chapter 132: Anger

Lucian walked into his chamber and angrily slammed the door behind him, even though Zane was following closely behind. But Zane had lived with the prince long enough to know his behavior when he was in a foul mood. Thus, he stood back and allowed the door to slam on him before he sighed and opened it again. Entering, he found Lucian pacing the room, his anger more intense than it had been before, almost causing the room to seem chillingly suffocating.

Though earlier in the hall, everyone had assumed he had beaten up that young man because of Madeline, Zane knew better. Lucian had left the doomed palace after his time with Ave in the stable in a bad mood; he had looked so mad Zane had thought he would shift into his beast form and storm into the forest to release his anger, as that was the only way the prince could release his anger apart from killing or causing pain to others.

But to Zane’s surprise, he didn’t shift and instead mounted his horse after yelling at more than three people on his way to it. He rode away, and Zane didn’t waste time and hurriedly went after him, only to find out that the prince was riding aimlessly around the palace for hours before he finally went towards the main palace building.

When Zane’s horse stopped at the main palace, Lucian was already walking up the entrance stairs.

By the time Zane had reached to catch up to him, a young man who was obviously trying to court Princess Madeline bumped into Lucian when he turned with a drink in hand, and the drink poured on the second prince’s shirt, soaking into it and staining the white fabric.

Zane had watched as a vein throbbed in Lucian’s forehead; his amber eyes blazed with fury, fire burning beneath the surface with his lips pressed into a thin line, the corners twitching in a grimace of suppressed rage. One thing was for certain, Zane had thought, this person was in deep trouble. For not only bumping into the Cursed Prince and spilling drinks on him, but for his arrogance in looking him up and down and then resuming speaking to Princess Madeline and her friends like he hadn’t just dug his own grave while still alive.

Zane could tell the young man believed it was beneath him to apologize to an exiled prince and had resumed whatever he was doing, thinking the second prince couldn’t do anything to him because they were inside the palace. Zane had chuckled nervously for the poor man—Lucian didn’t know rules when angered; he wouldn’t care if that person was his own brother; he wouldn’t hold back.

And he was right. Before everyone who had paused what they were doing when the man bumped into the Cursed Prince could register what was about to happen, Lucian had sworn under his breath and grabbed the insolent fool by the neck. With one swift pull, he lifted him off his feet and into the air.

But one thing Zane couldn’t help but wonder was how Princess Madeline had assumed he had almost killed a nobleman for her sake, when it had been obvious the man had spilled a drink on him. Now that Zane entered the room, he stood quietly at the side and watched as Lucian continued to pace the room.

"The nerve of her to still be standing there looking at me like she hadn’t ruined my mood! Couldn’t she see that I was in a bad mood because of her?" Lucian gritted through clenched teeth as he recalled how Ave had looked at him before he left the scene in the hall. With her blue eyes, she had looked completely unaffected by her own words and actions in the stable when he had thought she would regret it later on. There had been no ounce of remorse in her eyes, it was almost as if she indeed didn’t care. But then, why should she care?

"Why am I even allowing her to affect me this much? Since when did I start to think of her as more than the senseless imposter that she is?!" he rebuked furiously and flung the papers on his desk away before running his fingers through his thick hair and closing his eyes to draw in a deep, calming breath. He couldn’t recall the last time he was this frustrated over a woman. The last time had been when Selene had locked him out of their chambers for four nights after their wedding with the excuse that she’d forgotten; he had been so mad—so mad—but he hadn’t allowed himself to show it like he was doing now over that woman Aveline.

Couldn’t she tell that he didn’t want to marry Princess Madeline and would cling to any little excuse not to marry her? Though he had been the one to say he wanted to take another wife before, Ave had somehow wormed her way into his soul and heart without his consent, and now he wanted to have her alone, to keep her by his side, even though not as a wife yet. Her presence was enough; perhaps he’d keep her as his girlfriend, whatever the hell that meant.

’Fool, it means someone special. Haven’t you learned anything from our dear wife yet? She’d explained that to Zane that day and you paid attention to—’

"She’s not my wife anymore! Shut up!!" Lucian shouted out, taking Zane, who was now picking up the papers he had flung to the floor, by surprise. He frowned and glanced up at the prince. "I wasn’t speaking, Your Highness," he muttered, only to receive a dark glare that made him clear his throat.

Seeing that Lucian’s temper wasn’t going to calm down anytime soon, Zane got up and bowed his head. "I will take my leave, Your Highness. You know where to find me when you’ve cooled down and in the mood to discuss the matter of the investigation about the spy in your palace." Saying that, he glanced up to see if the prince had even heard him, but seeing no reaction, he sighed and shook his head before leaving the chamber, closing the door gently behind him.

Meanwhile, Lucian was fighting with his inner demon that wanted to spill blood at this very moment to calm himself. How he wished tomorrow was the war they had been preparing for instead of some damned ceremony where people would flounce around like desperate souls trying to find a body to cling to. He had never looked forward to any of the celebrations that happened in the palace, and if only he would be spared from attending tomorrow’s celebration.

Though no one would care whether he was there or not and he could choose not to go, but if he wanted to build alliances with the other Kingdoms, not going wouldn’t help him achieve that. Not to mention he would hate to be away from that Ave’s side, lest she end up getting herself killed by doing something Selene wouldn’t do or hanging around that prince Aaron, who was now on Lucian’s kill list.

If he had known things would end up this way, he wouldn’t have allowed himself to get too close to Ave in the first place, to the point that she would affect him this much. After his experience with Selene, he had promised to never allow any woman into his heart again—not that he loved Ave—but now that he’d made the mistake of warming up to a soul residing in Selene’s body, he knew he’d made the worst mistake of his life.

Not to mention his discovery in the library that had been running through the back of his mind. He was the reincarnation of the Vargoth beast, cursed to bring damnation on earth before dying a miserable death after going through tribulations that would shape him into a demon of destruction. Only his soulmate could save him from such a fate and change the course of his life, but he had been cursed to never come across her. However, something in him told him Ave could be his soulmate. He had never felt the way he felt towards her, not even with Selene, but with her...

The feeling to possess her was almost uncontrollable and maddening; her blood drove him crazy, so did her body. Whenever he looked at her, he never saw Selene but Ave, despite the fact that it was the same face and body. Her scent, he could recognize it from miles away. But then he had been cursed to never find his soulmate; she couldn’t be that lost soulmate the so-called Red Moon Goddess had cursed him to never find, for a crime he didn’t even know as it had been torn out of that book.

Regardless, his connection to Ave was something he couldn’t place a name or a finger on.

Not only was she his weakness, but she could also be used to get to him if anyone knew of his growing attraction to her. Perhaps it wasn’t all bad for him to stay away from her now and focus on his actual goal by marrying Madeline. Once he took the throne, he could think about how to force Ave into a marriage with him; her opinion wouldn’t matter then, as he would have all the power.

She would be his wife whether she liked it or not. She didn’t like him, right? Then he would make sure she bore his first heir and secured her position as his Empress rather than Princess Madeline. She would be forced to stay with him, regardless of what she thought. But before then, he had to tone down his own feelings by indeed staying away from her, or he would end up messing up quite a lot of things.

Whenever it concerned Aveline Eamon, he didn’t think with his brain; it was either he was thinking with his hardened erection or his damned heart—a heart that had been as good as dead before but was brought back to life after her appearance in his world. It was almost like she had always been a part of him, a missing part that, the moment she came, began to fill the void in his chest, giving him more reasons to want the throne other than revenge...

All his life, he’d made secret plans to take the throne because he wanted to avenge not just his mother but himself. To avenge all the years he had been locked up in dark cells for committing the crime of standing up for his mother when she would be stomped upon. He would get locked up for the crime of simply existing in the world.

Nobody cared about what he’d had to go through in those dark cells with no water or food. He had been locked there even on the day after his mother passed away with her head on his lap; he’d watched her stop breathing, and the pain he’d felt then was almost unbearable. The hate, the anger—all had welled up in him, and he’d gone to confront his father, who had ordered the royal physician and all the doctors not to attend to her.

Lucian had been young then, and he had gone there not because he wanted to kill his father, but because he wanted to demand that his mother have a proper burial and funeral ceremony. Even though his heart was aching from his loss, he knew to control his anger, as his mother had taught him.

But what response did he get from his own father? To be locked in the dark cells for daring to demand such a thing for his late mother, who had been deposed after the swirling rumors about her. He had been locked away in that dark cell for ten days and nights, and in those days, his mother’s dead body had begun rotting in her bed with no one attending to it. And in those ten days, he’d had to endure the unbearable pain of his curse because it had been the full moon nights...

Recalling those days, Lucian’s fists clenched at his sides as he felt the anger and pain that had been suppressed in his heart with Ave’s presence return now. He seethed with silent rage, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he struggled to calm himself.

Knowing it would be impossible now that he’d been forced to recall one of the days that had shaped him into who he was now, he left the chamber with the intention to leave the main palace altogether so he could run freely in his beast form in the dark forest. Even though the transformation was going to be unbearable, he wanted to feel that pain again to numb his mind from thinking or welcoming unwanted thoughts. However, the moment he stepped out of the corridors of his chamber, he bumped into the last person he desired to meet, and his eyes hardened even more.

It seemed he wouldn’t have to transform to let his anger out; he could let it out on this person, after all.

"I know you don’t like me, Prince Lucian, and from that look in your eyes, I can tell you want to bash me up just like you did to Mordred in the hall earlier," the person chuckled with humor laced in his voice. But the humor disappeared almost as quickly as it came as he continued, "I will allow you to do that after you listen to what I have to tell you, but if you don’t want to listen, I am not going to force you." He shrugged casually.

Lucian’s jaw tightened as he tried to suppress his rage for now to hear whatever he had to say before he’d indeed bash him up. "You have two minutes, and after that, may the heavens save you because I am going to make sure you lose a tooth or a limb."