Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife

Ave’s hands trembled as she grabbed his arm, draping it around her neck. She wrapped her right arm around his waist, attempting to hoist him up. His weight barely shifted, and with a frustrated grunt, she fell back down again.

"Good god, Lucian, what do they feed you? You eat well while you starve me, you selfish bastard," Ave growled, shooting him a glare from the corner of her eye. She shoved his heavy arm back around her neck and braced herself, straining to lift him once more.

"Gah!" Her frustrated growl echoed louder than his pained groans. He was heavier than he looked—solid muscle. "For a man who’s supposedly dying, you’re built like a bloody tank!" she muttered, giving another heave, this time managing to drag him to his feet.

Lucian stirred, barely conscious, his teeth gritted against the pain. "Let... me... go," he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice a strained whisper. He weakly tried to pull away, but he was too far gone—poisoned, and worse, fighting his curse as the full moon neared.

The poison was slowly killing him, and despite all his efforts, he had failed to find an antidote. He had traveled to a village where it was said they could cure any poison, but the villagers had fled at the sight of him. Some of the more courageous men had even grabbed weapons and shouted that the cursed prince had come to kill them.

His description was known throughout the Empire; he was the only man with amber eyes. Just like the rumors said, his amber eyes were believed to be flames from hell bestowed upon him by the devil himself. He was feared by all, and the fact that the villagers had stoned him instead of helping him had left him filled with bitterness and hatred for humanity.

He would have burned them all to ashes if the setting sun hadn’t reminded him that his poison would soon take effect. Knowing the excruciating pain from his curse would strike once the moon rose, he had left the village in haste and returned to his palace where not even the pain killer had worked to kill his pain.

"I said let go of me..." Lucian repeated furiously when she refused to let go and get away from him. He didn’t want to be anywhere close to a woman like Selene. She disgusted him.

"Like hell I will," Ave snapped. "You’re going to let me help you whether you like it or not." With a firm step, she dragged him toward the bed, her breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. "Now be a good boy and cooperate, alright?"

She heard him groan again, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest. "Why... help me?" he ground out, his head lolling slightly against her shoulder as if he were too weak to resist any further.

Ave hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. She looked down at him where his head was on her shoulder, her gaze softening ever so slightly as she felt sorry for him rather than her usual anger towards him for the way he treated his wife. If she wasn’t in Selene’s body, she’d have not questioned his behavior towards her now and his hate.

"Because," she finally said, "you’re the key to my way back home. You have to survive, Lucian. You have to become Emperor... and love me genuinely."

Lucian’s body stiffened slightly at her words, but before he could respond, Ave’s foot caught on the hem of her dress. She yelped as she lost her balance, and in an instant, she was tumbling forward.

With a loud crash, Ave fell onto the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress. Lucian, who could barely stand on his own fell with her, his body landing on top of hers, his weight crushing her beneath him.

Ave let out a groan of frustration. "Oh, for crying out loud!" she snapped, glaring up at the ceiling and cursing at her bad lucks. "Of course, this is how it ends up in every damn movie." She tried to wiggle out from underneath him, but his body was too heavy she could barely move him away. She huffed, her arms pinned awkwardly under his weight.

His head lay close to her neck, his breath warm against her skin, sending an unexpected jolt through her. Her pulse quickened, and she fought to suppress the unwelcome heat spreading through her body.

"You feel... different," Lucian mumbled, his voice rough and barely audible. "Smell... different." His breath tickled her neck, making her skin prickle. "I hate that I... like how you smell... I want to bite you."

Ave stiffened. ’Bite me?’ What was he, a dog? She attempted to shove him off, but he pressed his weight down deliberately, trapping her underneath him.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she demanded, incredulous. "Are you trying to crush me to death?" Ave asked, surprised and astonished that he was deliberately pressing her down with his weight.

Lucian, though barely conscious, was acutely aware of their closeness. The steady beat of her heart thudded against his chest, her warmth oddly soothing the pain that raged within him. He could feel the beast inside him stir, tempted by her scent, by the feel of her womanly figure beneath him.

He’d never felt this way before-not even with Selene- but now, her scent was driving him to the brink of madness, filling him with an intense urge to claim her. It soothed his pain in a way nothing else could.

She smelled like heaven, his

heaven. Every nerve in his body

yearned to possess her, to mark her as his own. His fingers clenched the sheets and Lucian

fought against the primal urge engulfing him.

He would never want her. She was a tainted soul who’d been touched by his stepbrother.

’That’s your choice. Now step

aside and let me take over,’ his beast snarled. Lucian, still recovering from the pain, felt his beast’s mind succeed in taking

control of his body, pushing him into the background.

Though Lucian could feel

everything, he had no control

over his movements or speech. He could only watch, helpless, as his body acted on its own.

Ave felt Lucian’s hand slip around her waist as he pushed himself up with his free hand, propping himself above her. His eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, and his gaze drifted to her dress. Though the room was dark, Lucian could see clearly-another gift of his curse, he could make out the curve of her body, the way the fabric clung to her.

"Did you wear this to impress me?" he muttered, his voice low and hoarse, his hand brushing against her cheek.

Ave flinched and turned her head away. "This is stupid. Get off me Lucian." She said quickly, realizing she wasn’t ready to seduce him anymore. She would look for another way that had nothing to do with giving her body to a man. However, if he heard her, Lucian didn’t move.

’Look at what she’s wearing,’ Lucian’s beast murmured with interest. ’Isn’t this a dress worn by courtesans to seduce men?’ Lucian, though resisting

internally, felt his beast revel in

the sight of her pushed-up breasts and the heaving rise and fall of her chest.

He then looked at her deep blue eyes that were regarding him with a glare in them.

’Stop controlling me!’ Lucian gritted internally, but his beast chuckled. ’I am not controlling you, I’m just helping you. Now stop fighting me and let us enjoy the view of our wife.’

Ave, who couldn’t bring herself to move or even say anything but glare at Lucian as she didn’t like how he was looking at her or the way his hand remained on her cheek, craned her neck to look at him. "No man’s ever laid on me like this before, and I should kick you for it—but I have to make you love me, so I guess you get a pass but if you so much as kiss or do anything silly to me, I will cut off your crotch." She warned.

Lucian groaned softly in response, his head falling against her chest as he could no longer keep his eyes open. He had exhausted himself fighting the pain and suppressing his beast before it could do something Lucian would have to pay for later. He felt all his muscles straining to relax, his eyes closing against his will as her scent swirled around him, bringing him a peace he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.

Ave lay there, frozen, as his head rested directly on her chest, his breath warming the bare skin exposed by her dress. Her body tensed as warmth surged through her again, this time settling low in her abdomen. "You pervert," she muttered under her breath. "Move you head away from there." She gritted out, trying to wiggle her hand from underneath him, but then she heard him speak. His arm, which had wrapped around her waist earlier tightened.

"You’re annoying, but stay like this until I can no longer feel the pain or your presence," he muttered, his voice muffled against her skin.

Ave’s lips curled into a small, disbelieving smirk. "I’m annoying, and yet you want to use me as your pillow?" she scoffed. "If I stay like this until you fall asleep and you still refuse to fall in love with me tomorrow, I’ll kick your damn ass, Prince. My chest ain’t nobody’s pillow, and..." She trailed off when she heard his soft breathing and felt his weight growing heavier on her.

"Are you really sleeping?" she asked. When she received no response, she sighed in resignation and tipped her head down to glance at him. "I can’t believe you really expect me to remain like this while you sleep. And—hey!" she exclaimed when he suddenly adjusted their position, pulling her along with him to lie on his side. His arm remained firm around her waist, and his head nestled against her again like a child seeking comfort.

"You must be fucking kidding me," she muttered softly as she stared down at his head. But knowing that he was no longer in pain and wouldn’t die from the poison he had spoken of, Ave relaxed, having exhausted her energy earlier by pulling him to the bed. A yawn escaped her, her eyes watering, and before she could fight the sleep, it overtook her. But just before her eyes closed, she whispered,

"I’m only letting you hold me to sleep because i need you alive in this world. You are my only key to go back home."