Alpha’s Tormented Seductress

“You have a message”, A servant said as he knocked on the door and poked into Lucas’s room.

“If it’s from my father, I would rather not hear of it!” Lucas replied bluntly and started walking into the bathroom.

His father had been a thorn in his flesh for the past few months, and they never seemed to be on the same side since today.

Ever since Alyssa disappeared into thin air, Lucas had remained adamant to his father’s plea to take another wife or go searching for her.

She had searched every part of the world he could think of, but never got lucky with sight of Alyssa.

“But she’s my mate!” Lucas would always say to his father whenever he provided a suggestion relating to taking another person as wife.

“A mate who is nowhere in sight. We don’t even have an idea if she is still alive”, His father protested, but Lucas wasn’t willing to hear any of it.

He had made up his mind to find Alyssa and see her because taking another wife was not an option for him.

Just yesterday, his father had called him to give him an ultimatum of a month to find his mate or accept whosoever he brings as a wife for him.

That had torn Lucas apart, especially because of the serious gaze on his father’s face. His father meant every single word in his utterance.

He was not ready to meet any other woman apart from Alyssa. The mate bond was something he would rather not shove aside. He was going to find his mate, he was sure of that…

“Get me some mixture for my headache!” He said to the servant who still stood by the door, with the letter in his hands.

Lucas swirled around to see the servant still standing by the door. He was at the verge of screaming when he caught sight of what he held in his hands.

“Is that a letter? Is that from my father?” Lucas asked as he approached the servant, whose head was bowed to the ground in respect.

“Not from your father”, the servant mumbled and for the first time in a long time, Lucas heaved a massive sigh of relief.

It was an invitation letter coming from Venice. The king of Venice was getting married, and he had been invited to attend.

“The letter came in for my father!” Lucas finally said when he realized that it was addressed to the King and not him…

A frown plastered on his face, but almost immediately, got replaced with a wide grin.

“You know what? This letter never arrived, do you understand?” He asked the servant, who was confused but nodded his head in understanding.

The letter had come for his father, but the servant had brought it for him after thinking that it came in for him.

He had wanted to shove it aside when he remembered that the heat from the father is so much, and he needed to ease off some of the tension.

Lucas looked at the invitation card as he paced around the room. He needed to clear up the steam, and he was going to do that by attending the wedding.

He was still convinced that he would find Alyssa, right before the ultimatum his father had given him expires. However, he had to be in a calm environment, to strategize and think of means to search for her.

Almost immediately, he called on the servants which would be going on the journey with him. He informed them about the wedding and concluded that they would be leaving at dusk.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

He was quite excited, even if he had no reason to be. Staying away from his father’s palace for a couple of days was worth being excited about because he won’t be bugged with the constant talks about marriage and the kingdom.

The drive to Venice was smooth, except for the fact that it was quite long.

They arrived some moments before 10pm. The city was still buzzing with activities that for a moment, he wondered if they had enough time to rest from the day’s activities.

He brought out the invitation card just as they approached the palace. It was plainly written that people coming from far would be well attended to as long as they had their invitation cards.

The car parked right at the front of the palace and Lucas came down immediately. He made to walk towards the Palace gates, but a figure clad in a cloak bumped into him, causing the invitation card to fall off his hands.

He was enraged, but rather than showing off his cruel side in a new kingdom, he decided to let it go. He crouched low and picked up the card, but also observed that whosoever it was in the cloak, was not making any attempt to move aside.

“What the hell!” He muttered as he clenched his fist in fury.

“Get off the way!” He ordered, trying so hard to avoid raising his voice.

He moved towards the left, but the figure followed him as well. Now, he was convinced that whosoever it was called for trouble.

He gestured for his guards who quickly walked close to them and just as they made to grab the person, the part of the cloak covering the head came off and Lucas was shocked to his bones.

“Ella?” He called out and gestured for his men to halt.

Ella nodded her head in affirmation, sighing deeply and smiling just as she did.

“You came at the right time!” She noted in relief while Lucas glared at her in surprise.

“How did you know that I would be here?” He asked Ella, who started laughing aloud.

“I only hoped that you would be here because that would make things a lot easier for me. Thank goddess, you came just as I wished!” Ella said again, causing Lucas to get more confused that he was already.

“What exactly are you talking about and why are you excited that I am here?” Lucas was beginning to lose his patience and for a minute, he wondered why he had allowed them to stop from beating her up.

“Do you have an idea of who is getting married?” Ella asked him.

He paused to think about the question.

“It’s the king, of course!” Lucas replied when it dawned on him that it was the royal wedding of Venice.

“Good! And do you know who he is getting married to?” Ella asked, enjoying the way and manner she played with his emotions and thoughts.

“And why does that concern me?” Lucas asked with a voice like that of a foghorn.

He was exhausted from her interview that all he wished to do was push her aside until she landed on the ground. He had come all the way to Venice to stay away from his kingdom for a while, and not to be tossed around by the step-sister of his mate.

“Well, the king is getting married to my sister”, Ella said and started laughing hysterically.

Lucas was taken aback, but shoved aside the first thought that creeped into his head.

“Which of your sister?” He stuttered, hoping that it was not who it thought about.

“Alyssa…of course!” Ella said, and laughed again when she saw how cold he turned.

“Your mate!” She added, to trigger the intensity of the information.