43: Go to bed?

In the conference room, because Serena had left, the selection for the interim Elder, which Kraven had been dreaming of, was also interrupted.

This position as Elder, which had been within his reach and almost practically in his grasp, had just gone down the drain.

This undoubtedly left him having suffered a double loss.

He had sacrificed five elite subordinates, but in the end, apart from taking care of Emilia, he had gained nothing.

He didn't even know that Emilia hadn't died; otherwise, he probably would have died of anger.

Furthermore, the main issue was that Locke Galahad had suddenly returned alive, which caused him to fall into a disadvantageous position.

"Damn it, how on earth did this pretty boy survive? Why are Lucien and his crew so unreliable?"

Furious, he hurriedly returned to his room, took out his private phone, and called Lucien again.

"Wasn't it agreed that you would kill that person? Why has he returned alive?"

"Didn't you say your people would do it?" Lucien asked back, playing dumb.

"I... I meant for my people to do it, but I didn't say you couldn't kill him if he was still alive."

"Who knew he was alive? When my people arrived, they didn't see him at the scene and assumed he had already been taken care of by you."

Lucien was quite cold toward him, reciting the script he had already coordinated with Locke Galahad.

After all, in Lucien's eyes, there was no difference between him and a dead man.

Locke Galahad had already told Lucien that he would take care of Kraven when necessary.

Lucien did not doubt this at all; after all, he had just learned from Kruto about Locke Galahad's terrifying strength.

Once Locke Galahad fully transformed into a Werewolf hybrid, Lucien felt that there would likely be no one left in the entire Vampire Clan or the Werewolf Clan who could be his match.

"Presumably, by that time, the Vampires and the Werewolf Clan will usher in peace."

This was his long-cherished wish.

After all, his once beloved Sophia was burned to death alive because of the rift between Werewolves and Vampires.

This was also the reason why he wanted to cultivate a hybrid.

"Then what about my subordinates?" Kraven asked in a fit of rage, his lips trembling, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse.

"Did you take out my five subordinates?"

"If I said no, would you believe me?"

Lucien neither confirmed nor denied it.

After all, whether he confirmed or denied it, the situation would be unfavorable, so it was better to throw the puzzle to Kraven and let him figure it out himself.

"Hmph, it's fortunate that you kept your word and killed Emilia, otherwise I think our cooperation would have to end here."

"If you want to end it now, you can." Lucien couldn't be bothered to coddle him.

Whether or not they collaborated with Kraven now didn't hold much significance for the Werewolves.

With someone as powerful as Locke Galahad as a partner, who would need a treacherous villain like Kraven?

"Wait for my word; I think I'll have you come to the Vampire base in a few days."

Kraven's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he made up his mind: "This time, you must not let that pretty boy go again."

"Fine, got it."

Lucien hung up the phone and turned to send a text message to Locke Galahad, informing him that Kraven intended to harm him.

In Serena's room.

Locke Galahad was lying on the sofa, and after reading the text message on his phone, a smile inexplicably appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Kraven, since you want to die early, I can only fulfill your wish."

In his plan for killing, Kraven was ranked very far back.

At least, he didn't want to touch him before dealing with Victor and Marcus, but there was no helping it; sometimes you just can't stop some people from seeking death.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Serena lay on her side wearing a sexy nightgown, her heart filled with anxiety.

"Would it be bad to just let Locke Galahad sleep on the sofa like this?"

"Should I ask him to sleep in the bed? Anyway, my bed is very wide..."

"It must be hard to fall asleep on the sofa. He just went through a dangerous mission, and I'm still making him sleep on the sofa; would that be a bit too heartless..."

Being unable to share a room with a man, especially the man she liked, made it impossible for her to calm down.

Although Serena's nicknames were iceberg goddess and Death Walker, those were for the outside world.

When she truly faced the person she liked, she acted very tsundere and was no different from a normal woman.

At this moment, when it was time to rest, her thoughts were in turmoil, and she was very conflicted.

After all, in her view, since the two of them had already kissed, their relationship as a couple was at least confirmed.

Sleeping together in the bed didn't seem like something particularly unacceptable.

"Should I really ask him to come to the bed?"

Locke Galahad didn't know she was struggling with these matters at the moment; his focus was still on when Serena would go to awaken Victor.

"Serena, are you asleep?"

"Ah!"

Being called out like that, Serena, who was struggling in her heart, was suddenly startled and almost sat up from the bed.

"Ah, what did you just ask me?"

Seeing her reaction, Locke Galahad inexplicably found it somewhat funny: "I was just asking if you were asleep. If you're not, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you again."

"What is it?" Seeing that he wanted to discuss matters, Serena turned over to face him.

With her turning motion, the already loose nightgown slipped a bit from her shoulder, and a beautiful snowy mountain landscape immediately caught Locke Galahad's eyes.

Even though only half was revealed, Locke Galahad could tell how magnificent the full view was.

Gulp, gulp...

This made him unable to control himself from swallowing his saliva.

Noticing Locke Galahad's gaze, Serena curiously looked down, and after discovering she had exposed herself, she immediately blushed.

"Eek."

Then she immediately lifted her hand to pull up her nightgown, and then rolled her eyes at Locke Galahad, her tone somewhat hurried; "You... you... shameless, peeking."

"Ahem." Locke Galahad hurriedly pretended to cough twice and shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"I wasn't peeking; I was just boldly admiring."

"Hmph." Serena snorted lightly and pulled the quilt up, leaving only her head exposed: "Didn't you say you wanted to talk about business? Why do you always focus your attention on these places?"

"That's not something I can control; who told you to..." Locke Galahad stopped halfway through his sentence because he felt Serena's murderous gaze.

Due to the interlude, the room fell into a few seconds of silence, and in the end, it was Serena who spoke to break the deadlock.

"I was thinking, maybe the sofa isn't very comfortable; would you like to... come to the bed?"

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Locke Galahad subconsciously thought he had misheard and was stunned for two seconds; after realizing what happened, he immediately sprang up from the sofa.

With uncontainable joy in his eyes, he rushed to the side of Serena's bed, stared straight into her eyes, and nodded firmly: "Yes."

Mainly, he couldn't have imagined that an iceberg goddess like Serena would take the initiative to say such direct words to him.

That was why he was stunned for a second.

After reacting, he took immediate action. As soon as he nodded, he flipped open the quilt and dove in, completely giving Serena no time to change her mind.

Feeling the heat radiating from Locke Galahad, Serena's originally fair neck turned a bit pink, and she could only immediately dive into the quilt, not daring to look at him at all.

"It's agreed that it's just for sleeping; you are not allowed to touch me."

"Fine, I won't touch you."

After Locke Galahad said this, Serena felt a bit more at ease, but also felt somewhat disappointed.

Unexpectedly, the next second, she felt a pair of hot hands climbing onto her slender waist.

Locke Galahad was not an honest man.

Since Serena had already let him into the bed, how could he possibly do nothing?

"Didn't you say you wouldn't touch me?" Serena, hiding in the quilt, said with a muffled voice.

However, even so, Locke Galahad didn't sense any anger in her voice, so his hands showed no signs of moving away, and he continued: "Yeah, I did say I wouldn't touch you."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I said I wouldn't touch you, but I didn't say... I wouldn't grope you."

"You..."