Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 34: Makeup Breakfast...

Chapter 34: Makeup Breakfast...

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Chapter 34

As soon as Evelina was out of sight, Damian saw Jasper rounding a corner and gestured. "Jasper," he gestured him over.

Jasper approached, bowing slightly. "Your Highness? Is there anything you need?"

"Yes," Damian said. "Go to the kitchen and bring some food to my chambers. We didn’t eat much at breakfast."

Jasper raised an eyebrow, wanting to say something but cautioned himself and nodded. "Right away, Your Highness."

Once Jasper was gone, he made his way back to the room.

When Damian entered the room, he found Evelina sitting by the window, her face freshly washed and looking more at ease than earlier.

Her hair fell in damp waves around her shoulders, and her eyes no longer held the same raw emotion they had in the hall.

"You look better," Damian remarked as he closed the door behind him.

"Thanks," She gave a small shrug. "Fresh air helps," Evelina added, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She glanced at him. "You know, you didn’t have to follow me earlier."

"I didn’t have to," Damian agreed, leaning against the wall. "But I did."

Evelina nodded, muttering another "Thanks."

"I sent Jasper to get us some food," Damian sat on the edge of the bed. "You hardly ate earlier."

Before Evelina could respond, a knock sounded at the door. Jasper entered, balancing a tray with an assortment of food: fresh bread, roasted meat, cheese, and fruit. Two goblets of wine sat alongside the meal.

"Your Highness," Jasper began carefully. "Lady Selene mentioned—"

"That’s enough," Damian cut him off in an icy tone. "I don’t want to hear it. Drop the tray and leave."

"But sire, she gave—"

"I said, ’Drop and leave, Jasper."

Jasper hesitated before placing the tray on the table and bowing. "Of course, Your Highness." He exited the room without another word.

"Subtle," Eve remarked dryly.

Damian smirked faintly, his expression softening as he turned back to Evelina. "Come on. You need to eat."

Evelina moved to the table, her gaze lingering on the goblets. "Wine at this hour?"

"It’s to calm your nerves," Damian said lightly, handing her one. He took the other and raised it in a mock toast. "To figuring out who wants me dead."

Evelina rolled her eyes but clinked her goblet against his. "Not exactly the cheeriest toast."

The wine was rich and warming, providing a nice escape from what had happened earlier in the day.

As they started to eat, Evelina felt a strange warmth spreading across her skin. She shifted in her chair, thinking it was just because of the wine. Damian also appeared a bit flushed, but he didn’t say anything about it.

Eventually, he did.

"You feeling hot?" Damian asked suddenly, loosening the collar of his shirt as he cleared his throat.

"A little," Evelina admitted, frowning. "Maybe it’s just the wine."

"Maybe," Damian said, though his gaze lingered on her a moment longer. Shaking off the strange sensation, he cleared his throat. "Let’s get back on track. What do we know so far about the poisoning?"

Evelina set her goblet down, her mind already shifting gears. "We know it happened during the banquet. The wine bottle used is missing, and the servant who poured it claims he didn’t notice anything unusual. But someone had to have access to the bottle before it reached the banquet."

Evelina leaned back in her chair, her fingers brushing against the goblet as she mulled over the details of the poisoning.

Across the table, Damian appeared equally contemplative, though his flushed cheeks and the slight sheen of sweat on his brow suggested he, too, was feeling the effects of the wine.

They both reached for the same fork at the center of the table, their hands colliding. The sudden touch sent an electric jolt through Evelina, and she inhaled sharply, pulling back as if burned.

"Sorry," she muttered tightly.

"Don’t be," Damian said, his voice lower than usual. His silver eyes locked onto hers, darker than she’d ever seen them.

Evelina’s breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze. Her heart raced, her body reacting in ways she couldn’t control.

Suddenly, the room felt smaller and the air felt heavier, as the space between them charged.

She tried to dismiss it as the wine, but her wolf was practically purring in her mind.

"Do you feel that?" Relia gossiped smugly.

Evelina ignored her wolf, but it was hard when her own senses were betraying her.

Damian’s presence was overwhelming—the way his shirt clung to his chest, the strong lines of his jaw, the faint scar near his temple that she’d never noticed before.

Everything about him was suddenly so distracting and so maddeningly attractive.

Damian shifted in his seat, tugging at the collar of his shirt. His fingers trembled slightly, and his breaths came heavier. Storm growled impatiently in his mind.

"Just kiss her already," Storm snarled. "She wants it. You want it. Stop fighting."

"Shut up," Damian snapped back, though his resolve was crumbling.

"You really want that or do you want her?"

His gaze flicked to Evelina’s lips, the desire to taste them growing with every second.

Relia and Storm seemed pleased.

Their bond between them was practically screaming and urging her to close the gap. Her hands began to tremble, her body aching for something—anything—to quench the intense heat coursing through her.

She cursed under her breath, frustrated by her lack of control.

She couldn’t ignore the heat and wetness pooling between her legs, a reaction that sent a blush spreading across her cheeks. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache but it was futile.

At the same time, Damian sniffed, his nostrils picking up the scent of her arousal.

At once his eyes went wide upon realization and he glanced at her. Meanwhile, all Eve could feel was Damian’s heated gaze on her, making her feel more bashful.

Relia purred smugly in her mind. "He’s feeling it too, you know. Look at him."

As if resisting some invisible force, Damian’s muscles curled into a rigid posture. His hand clenched around the goblet, his knuckles white.

He shifted for the umpteenth time. "This wine," he muttered under his breath, "must be stronger than I thought." He laughed nervously and swallowed.

Evelina mirrored his laugh but quickly avoided his gaze. "Yeah, stronger," she repeated, though she doubted wine alone was responsible for the growing tension.

But deep down, she knew it wasn’t true.

The warmth coursing through her veins, the heightened awareness of every breath and every shift Damian made—it wasn’t normal. Relia hummed in satisfaction, amplifying the sensations that already had her teetering on the edge.

Damian cleared his throat, using the back of his palm to wipe off the beads of sweat dotting his forehead.

He felt like he was burning from the inside out, and Storm wasn’t helping. His wolf growled impatiently, pushing him closer to the breaking point.

"Do you think it’s really the wine?" Damian asked suddenly, his voice husky.

Evelina’s breath hitched, her heart pounding as their eyes met. "I don’t know; what do you think?" she asked, though the answer was already obvious.

"This pull," Damian’s voice was low and strained. "Like... like I can’t..."

As if on cue, both of them reached for an apple fruit on the fruit tray, their fingers touching each other again and this time, lingering longer than before.

The touch sent a jolt through both of them, and Evelina gasped softly, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.

She felt heat pool in her entire body, every nerve coming undone as her body flamed with desire.

Damian’s gaze dropped to her lips, and for a moment, the tension between them was unbearable. He stood up, swallowing hard.

Relia’s voice whispered in Evelina’s mind. "He’s losing control. Just like you."

"Damian," Evelina began, her voice shaking as she managed to push Relia out of her mind briefly.

She stood up, her mind filled with so much and her arousal was driving her crazy. Without saying much, Eve loosened the neckline of her gown a little, pushing it down her shoulders.

At the same time, Damian turned to look at her, noticing her smooth skin and cleavage. That and her arousal filling the air made things worse. Immediately, his desires escalated as blood surged to his loins.

"Damian... This isn’t normal. Something’s—" Eve’s voice faltered when her eyes lowered, locking on Damian’s crotch to see the bulge in his trousers.

"Dam..."

Her words were cut off as Damian shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. "It’s not just the wine," he began but when he looked at her, following the line of her sight to his hard-on, realization dawned on him...

His memory raced to Jasper and the word he said pissed him off. Selene.

Looking up, his gaze locked on Eve, mirroring her shock as he blurted out, "It’s... it’s an aphrodisiac."