Page 171 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

She chuckles. “Nox was pissed, though. He thought it was unnecessarily risky.”

“I think so too,” Freya says. By now, we had caught each other up on everything that had happened. She told me more about her encounter underwater, and I told her about the battle with Colton.

Mom nods her agreement.

“Not necessarily,” Dad states, earning him a glare from my mother. He shrugs. “Sometimes we just do what needs to be done.”

“I agree,” I say.

“And I always had full control,” Aurelia states calmly. “We needed to know if Benjamin was worth sparing.

Mom rolls her eyes. “Alphas,” she mutters, as if she were any better than us.

Before we can continue, Dad’s phone rings, and he looks at it with a frown. “It’s Felix,” he says. “I bet he wants something.”

Mom laughs slightly while Freya eyes me curiously.One of your twin brothers, right?

I nod, realizing they haven’t met yet. Well, soon they will.He is the older one of the twins, the bolder one.

“Felix,” Dad answers. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Aurelia and I try not to grin. From experience, we know that Dad only answers the phone like that if he wants to tease us mercilessly.

“You can’t be serious.” He shakes his head. “No, you can’t go to a beach party! It’s a Wednesday. What are you even doing at the beach in winter?”

“He has a test tomorrow,” Mom tells him.

He nods. “You have a test tomorrow.”

“Wow.” I look at her. “Sly.”

“We have to be with so many children.” She smirks.

“You have to be completely… how do you say it…” Dad says with a serious expression. “Delulu, if you think I will allow it.” He smirks. “Oh, I’m being cringy?”

What does delulu mean?Freya links me.

I grin.Felix always says it if he means to say delusional. It’s his thing.

“Stop it.” Mom giggles and grabs the phone from him. “Felix, sweetheart,” she says, shaking her head at Dad.

He chuckles and lets her proceed with the conversation. “Come, sit down, and grab something to drink. A glass of wine, anyone?”

Freya nods while Aurelia shakes her head. “Wine’s for business meetings and only when I have to.”

“You can have cognac with me,” Dad offers.

“That’s better.” Aurelia chuckles.

Dad looks at me. “Finn?”

“Same for me,” I say.

I wonder if Dad is stalling by offering us drinks first. This is probably difficult for him too. I gaze towards Aurelia. On the outside, she seems to be her usual calm, composed, and confident self, but I can see her legs trembling slightly and her fingers are more tense than usual. I completely forgot that this is about her future too.

I still remember her running after us older brothers when she was a little toddler. She was the only girl, and we all had a soft spot for her; probably still do. She didn’t need any protection, though, not even as a toddler. She was the type of girl to jump into puddles of mud, to kick the rock she stumbled over instead of crying, and she threw a tantrum whenever Mom wanted to put her into a cute dress.

I smile at the memory. Some people grow up with siblings they hate or are bullied by, but I have great siblings, and I couldn’t imagine my life without any of them.

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