Page 150 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

LUCAS’ POV.

My claws scraped the desk, without my intention, and I folded them into a fist, trying to get a hold of myself. Blood poured down from my palms, which were pieced by my nails, and I began to growl deeper, and louder.

My brain was receiving mixed signals. Danger, fear, and confusion, but the most prominent one was danger, and it made my instincts go wild.

“Lucas.” Emily called softly, and I got up, and hit the desk. It broke down, and everything on it crashed to the ground.

My claws protruded long and sharp, and so did my fangs. In my head, all that blared were danger signs, and I found it hard to convince myself that I wasn’t in danger.

Unable to help it, I began to growl, and it scared Emily.

“Lucas, are you okay? What’s wrong?” She asked, and I turned away, hitting my fist into the wall, maybe something could shock my insane fear away.

Nothing was wrong, but it felt like I was in trouble, something was going to happen. It made my brain wonder if Emily was the reason I was in danger, and if I was to attack her, but one little part of me spoke firmly to me.

Emily could not be the reason. It was John. It had to be John.

Breathing hard, I hit my fist harder into the wall, repeatedly, hitting it till I felt warm blood trail down my hands. When I was done hitting the wall with all I had, I was finally able to calm down.

There was a large hole in the wall, filled with cracks, and red blotches of my blood. Finally, I turned to Emily, who still stared at me in fear, and concern.

“Are you okay?” She asked, looking like she was finally calming down.

“John.” I growled, and made my way to her door.

I left her room, slamming the door.

John… I was going to find him, and break his neck. Did he actually dare to spike my drink too? What gave him the audacity to mess with my drink?

When I got to his room, I kicked the door open, and walked in, fuming.

The maid making his bed jumped back in fear, and looked at me with wide, scared eyes.

“Where’s John?” I asked, trying hard not to kick something, and send it flying across the room.

“He’s not here. I only came in to make…”

“Where is he?” I growled.

“I don’t know.” She replied, moving backwards, as her large eyes took every single detail of my appearance in.

Turning away, I walked right out John’s door, and ran into some maids, cleaning at the end of the hall.

“Where’s John?” I asked, startling them with my tone.

“Alpha John…” Her eyes strayed to my bleeding hand, and she looked back up to my face. “He went out earlier.”

“To where?”

“We don’t know.” They all replied together, in cautious voices.

I pushed down a flower pot, and heard the satisfying crash and smash, as it hit the floor. Then, I turned, making my way to my room.

I locked the door, so if the dangerous scenario happened to come again, no one would come in, nor would I go out.

John actually dared—he dared to spike my drink!

~

The next morning, a family meeting was called, and I went there, with a much calmer appearance, even though I was still boiling to see John.

John was present, sitting at the table, eating Cheesy Pancetta Biscuits, and looking like he was bored for the life of him.

My fists clenched in my pockets, but my eyes were dry.

“You’re here.” Genevieve said, when she spotted me, and I took a seat next to John. He studied me and smiled.

“I thought we were back to being family yesterday, but my maids told me you smashed a flower pot, and demanded for me. That flower pot was actually my favorite.” He drawled, with a little smile, tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What is John talking about?” Mira asked me, but I kept my eyes trained on John.

“What? Do I suddenly look more handsome?” He asked, taking a bite of his biscuit.

“Lucas.” Raymond called, and I turned back to my own breakfast, which had been served without my knowledge.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Will asked.

“It is nothing.” I replied, taking a mug of steaming tea to my lips.

“What’s the meeting about?” John asked.

“Right. What are you both planning on doing now?” Genevieve asked.

“Are we going to have to tell the public that a couple who were married less than two months ago are now divorced, and the bride is remarrying—Remarrying the Uncle of the man she divorced?” Mira asked, impatiently.

“They will misinterpret it, saying Emily had been cheating all along.” Genevieve added.

“Wasn’t she?” John chuckled.

“And Lucas, you might experience difficulties when it comes to business. None of this makes sense. I tell you, this is crazy. I mean, what would they think of you? You stole your Nephew’s bride?” Raymond said in concern.

“Then we just tell them the full story.” I replied.

“That would be worse.” Will said, dropping his cutlery.

I continued, “We tell them how John cheated, and forced her to marry him, even though she had given her heart to me.”

“No, no, that would be terrible.” Genevieve said.

“Then what do you want us to do?” I asked.

“For the time being, let’s keep it. At the right time, we can finally tell them that Emily is divorced. After some time, we can also tell them that she’s remarrying you. Just a few years.” Mira pleaded.

“Years?” I asked.

“Maybe when she’s done paying her debt to John. How’s that?” Raymond asked, and I gave it a thought.

When Emily was done, we’d be going to Paris anyway. It won’t make a difference.

“That’s fine.” I replied.

After the meeting, as John proceeded to leave, I walked towards him.

“Garden. Follow me.” I said, walking away.

I arrived at the garden with him behind me, and turned to him.

“You spiked my drink, didn’t you?”

“What are you talking about?” He asked with a smile, and I took steps closer to him.

“You did something to me.”

“Am I capable of doing something to you? I believe you’re stronger than I am. You must really hate me now, right? You turned a reconciliatory drink into a spiked one? How clever?” He said, and with anger, I knocked him into a wall.

He grunted, and I used my arm, grinding his neck to the wall.

Slowly, I could feel that rage gathering again, building up, ready to tear John’s neck out.

The image was solid in my mind.

John spewing out blood from his neck. I was so scared when that became all I could see. Severally, I blinked, but the image of a bloodied John was still in front of me.

Did I… did I already do it?

I blinked harder and harder, but his warm blood spilled down on my arm.