Leah's Point of View
When I woke up, he was gone. I shifted my posture and used my finger to brush my hair. Suddenly, the last words he said to me before I fell asleep flashed across my mind.
I smelled myself and blinked three times, surely it was a dream I had last night.
"Another of my dreams for him?" I inquired of myself, since that circumstance was not new to me. I swung with my eyes to the now-fixed door. I then peered out the window, unaware that I had spent an excessive amount of time asleep.
I extended my hand and made my bones ring. I walked out the door, hoping to locate someone, since I couldn't remain in the room for long without speaking to anyone.
The Lycan seemed confident that I would not flee because the guards were now gone.
I have no idea where my feet will lead me. I just watched them leave the palace, not to return to my dwelling, but to see the stars. I lifted my head and searched for meaningful star lines.
"How come I'm not seeing anything right now? Is rain coming?" I murmured to myself, already aware of the bugs buzzing in my ear.
Nevertheless, I almost jumped when someone spoke in my ear.
"It seems you have plenty of time for stargazing tonight?"
I swiftly turned my head and heard a lively voice from behind me.
I saw Amoux's cousin and, if I remember correctly, Amoux referred to him as Damon. Even in the dim light, the outline of his body was visible to my eyes. This is the first time I've been taken aback by another man's physique. Amoux is the only body I often dream about.
Ehem! Leah! Get a grip of yourself!
I closed my eyes due to my thoughts. Why is Amoux still in my head while I'm with another man?
"I just woke up; the room was quiet, so I considered stepping outside to get some fresh air." I didn't inform him that I was sleeping in Amoux's room because I didn't want him to think of something meaningless.
"Are you on the lookout for something?" He asked till he arrived at my spot.
"Yeah." My brief response to him.
"Permit me to assist you in finding the star sign." He drew closer and closer to me till there was no more room. He grasped my shoulder and encircled it with his arm. "Do you see that?"
He directed his finger upward and to the right. When I examined what he was referring to, I saw a straight line with a slight curve at the end.
"Did you know that the Lycan is often linked with Aries, the consolation star?" He turned to face me, but I kept my gaze fixed on what he pointed out. He carried on speaking.
"Because Aries is courageous, assertive, and brave, but also reckless at times. As if he were a leader who desired the success of his inhabitants."
"Then the king of the Lycans is—"
"The ruler of the Lycans must not be an Aries."
Before I could complete what I was saying, my speech was cut off by someone.
Damon was the first to turn around. Moreover, he withdrew his hand off my arm. I then changed positions and turned my attention to Amoux, who talked. I raised a brow at him and saw his annoyed expression.
"What are you referring to, Amoux?" Damon asked, as I remained mute. I allow them to converse since I am just an omega and avoid high-ranking discourse.
I had prepared to leave and was going to pass Amoux when he grabbed my left hand, while Damon grabbed the right as well.
"Remain here." Amoux, who was not pleased with my desire to go.
"Don't leave." said Damon, who seemed to be still interested in telling me tales about the stars.
"Release her." Amoux reiterated that he would not accept a 'no' for an answer.
"First and foremost, what is wrong with what I told her?" Damon talked to him proudly. Is it usual for high-ranking wolves to behave in this manner?
Amoux pulled my hand firmly, causing my face to collide with his chest. I abruptly touched his rock chest, and he embraced me with one of his hands, preventing me from escaping.
"Because a true ruler must be a Pisces. As with Pieces, the king must be unselfish, caring, and innovative to execute the technique. To keep your subjects secure, you must have a sound strategy in place to ensure their safety." He was brimming with pride when he stated that, and his actions made my heart race.
Damon laughed loudly, but I detected cynicism in his laughter.
"I am aware of your plans, Damon. If you want to succeed over me, you'd be wise first to understand what a genuine leader should possess." I could sense Amoux's rage with each word he let out.
I saw Damon's fury as he walked away. He did not turn at us and continued straight forward. I wanted to ask Amoux what plan he was referring to but realized I was not in a position to express or question like that.
Amoux freed me and departed first. I made significant steps to follow him and came dangerously close to falling.
"Amoux, wait!"
My voice reverberated down the corridor as I addressed him, but he didn't even pause in his stride.
"Amoux!" I called his name again.
"Amou—" I was unable to continue speaking because a hand was already pushing my face and lips.
"You need to address me as Prince Amoux! Do not refer to it as casual just because you have previously felt the comfort of my bed!"
Rather than being terrified and incensed by what he said, embarrassment and heat engulfed my whole face. When he mentioned the term "bed", I understood it would have a different connotation for various wolves that could hear it.
"W-what?!"
I smacked him hard in the face and dashed to his room.
Even I... I was taken aback by what I had done.
But my heart would not stop beating.