Chapter 8
Lucas' POV
Fucking b***h.
I thought to myself when I walked into my tent.
I threw my sword on the table.
It made a loud bang and all the maids in the tent kneeled in front of me, trembling.
When I was furious, I would normally whip them to release my anger.
But on that day, I wasn't in the mood.
"Get the f**k out of my tent! Leave me alone!" I yelled at them.
All of them disappeared immediately.
I was in distress.
I couldn't believe my mate would be a girl who looked so tiny and weak.
Just like my mother used to be.
The thought of her made me so disturbed.
I couldn't think or do anything properly.
I guess that was the mate thing they were talking about.
It was something dissolved in the fluid inside my mother's womb,
