Chapter 5 HIS FRUSTRATION

Lucas’s POV

“This has too many sequins. The color is beige. I don’t like it.”

“What the hell is wrong with these dresses? This one is too conservative. Throw it away!”

Damn it! Samara’s complaints won’t stop.

“I never thought that the royal tailors of Van Zanth sucks in making dresses. Goodness!” Samara blurted once again while she threw the last sample.

I clenched my fist as I try calming myself. If only not because of the council, I will never fucking engage myself in this stupid game.

I stood up and slowly walked toward Samara’s direction. “Are you done?”

Samara smiled at me when our eyes met. She hooked her arm on me. “Babe… I can’t choose. I don’t like the designs,” she said in a soft voice, making her look pathetic.

I pulled my arm away from her as I walked toward the couch where she threw some of them. I lifted a dress and scanned it.

They’re perfectly made and I trust all the tailors of this kingdom. But I understand that Samara has beauty but no brains and she’s short-tempered and dumb.

“If you can’t pick a dress before the wedding, you may wear anything. I had enough of your complaints, Mara.”

I saw how shock filled her eyes as she looked at me. “L-Lucas… I’m just being honest. And that event will be one of the special moments in my life,” she paused and pouted her lips.

“But can’t you fucking consider my time?” I gritted my teeth. “You wasted it, knowing that you can’t choose—”

“Lucas, can you please calm down?” She strode toward me and held my hand. “Babe, I just want to look perfect in front of you—”

“Then pick a dress so that we can leave.”

Samara pouted her lips as she blinked her eyes like a puppy. Damn, a puppy is much cuter than her. She looks like a dumb duck!

“Can we check for more? The designs and dresses they showed me didn’t catch my interest,” she replied.

If it’s not about Arlott’s power, I will never pick Samara as my fiancée. We’re the same age but she acts and talks like a kid in grade school.

“Please… can I check for more, Babe?”

“You almost checked all the shops in my kingdom, Mara. And for those times, you didn’t pick one?” I could feel my wolf’s rage. I know Hugo wanted to come out. He’s not used to Samara’s drama.

“Look, babe—”

“Can we continue this later? I am hungry but if you want to stay here for a while and look for another bunch of designs, then stay.”

Her eyes widened and even lightly hit my chest. “What kind of fiancé are you? Of course, we can continue it later.”

I didn’t talk again and walked toward the door.

“Babe…” she caught up and held my hand. “Please, don’t get mad. I promise I will finally get a wedding dress.”

Wedding. An interesting word but it’s trash. How am I supposed to have happiness when paired with a person that I don’t love?

Samara keeps on blabbering things but I just ignored some of it. This is why I don’t have someone near me except if she’s my bed warmer.

“So, where are you gonna take me?” she asked, destroying the thoughts that lingered inside my head.

“Lucas… where are we going—”

“Can you shut your fucking mouth? I am driving and you keep on talking.”

Samara chuckled and even winked at me. “You got the attitude, Lucas. And it makes me swoon to you even more.”

Sweet words made me cringe and if she’s just nobody, she might be headless by now.

Hugo, my wolf, hated Samara more than I did. And I hate this feeling that it pains me every time I feel that Hugo wants someone. I am not dumb not to find it out.

We want our mate. Not this stupid arranged marriage and alliance.

Is that Omega really my mate?

“Babe, can I have a—Lucas.”

I arched my brow and looked at Samara. “What?”

“You choose for us. I want to know your favorites because when we build a family, one day, I will be the one preparing food for you.”

I scoffed and reached for the booklet. Sometimes, I fucking hate to be the leader of this pack. I hate being with the Council, the Elders—they’re forcing me to give an heir before the year ends.

How am I supposed to do that when I fucking hate Samara’s presence?

I didn’t talk the whole time and let the situation flow as it was until we traveled to the last tailor shop in Van Zanth.

“Hmm. This is quite nice. Don’t you think, Lucas?” she asked for my opinion when in fact I knew that she hated that dress for the nth time.

I crossed my hands in front of my chest and shrugged my shoulders, making Samara do her signature duck pose.

While waiting for Samara to decide, I grabbed a magazine under the glass table and flipped its pages.

“Are you stupid?! Do you know how much is this? This is a branded blouse that cost a million and you just poured that freaking hot chocolate?”

I lifted my head and darted my eyes in Samara’s direction, who was now in angry mode.

I saw how she picked the dress on the table and started to rip it off.

I run toward her to stop her from doing another immature thing. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Samara tried to escape from my grip but I held her firmly.

“This stupid bitch poured a hot chocolate on my blouse!”

“A-Alpha… it was an accident. I didn’t mean to—”

“Enough. Leave,” I commanded but never left Samara’s eyes. “And for you, why don’t you just design your dress and have it tailored?” I wanted to let her feel my frustration but as much as possible, I am controlling myself and my wolf.

I don’t want to deal with the Council and her father. Not this time.

“Let’s go. You—” I paused when I heard my Beta’s voice through the mind link.

(Alpha! We found a lead about Beatrice Everdeen.)