Chapter 11: Madman Lucian

Roman’s POV

Kael had used his Alpha power to throw me back, overpowering me completely. His decision was made. He was ready to kill her. Just as I hit the ground, a sharp gust of wind rushed past me.

By the time I scrambled to my feet, it was already too late. He had let go. I saw her small body slipping from his grasp.

Eira.

My heart nearly stopped. This wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want her to die. Fighting against the ache rising in my chest, I rushed toward the boundary wall, desperate for one last glimpse before she hit the ground.

Liam was right behind me, just as anxious and shaken.

We reached the edge together and looked down. I braced myself for the sight of her broken body lying far below.

But instead, I saw something else.

Lucian.

That madman was hanging from the rooftop wall with one hand gripping the edge tightly. His legs were braced against the surface, holding his balance, while his other hand clutched a frail arm—Eira’s arm.

Lucian had saved her.

That gust of wind that had rushed past me earlier... it was Lucian. He had acted in the blink of an eye using his speed, launching himself into danger before it was too late.

For the first time in my life, I saw this infuriating, reckless Lucian as something more than just a stubborn brute. In that moment, he looked like an angel.

If his timing was off, or if his grip had failed, he could have fallen from this height along with Eira. Even if it didn’t kill him, the injuries would have lasted a lifetime, or even leave him entirely paralysed.

On the other hand, Eira was weakly struggling to free her hand, but Lucian’s hold was stronger in front of her weak strength. How badly she wanted to die?

"Sorry, Kael," Lucian called out, his voice echoing up with its usual wicked smugness. "But she can’t die. Not until I’m finished with her. And this time, I’m not taking orders from you."

Kael standing by the boundary wall, had his eyes fixed on Lucian, his jaw was clenched, his fists tightening at his sides.

"Kael," I called out, before Kael could act recklessly. "I’m with Lucian on this. You can’t kill her like this."

His furious gaze snapped to me, as if Lucian and I had suddenly become his greatest enemies.

"Think of it as saving Sophia," I added quickly, trying to defuse the storm building in him. "Just calm down. Please."

"Alpha Kael, the treatment for Sophia is already prepared," Liam chimed in, his voice urgent. "Only the final step remains."

Just like us, Liam also knew Kael’s weak point.

Kael said nothing. But something in Liam’s words seemed to reach him. Without a word, he turned and walked away, as if none of this mattered anymore.

I let out a quiet breath of relief and turned to Lucian, who was still hanging from the wall.

"Get up already," I said. "Pass her to me."

But in true Lucian fashion, he didn’t hand her over. Instead, with a complete lack of gentleness, he tossed Eira’s frail body over the boundary wall like she was nothing more than a ragdoll.

She hit the rooftop with a brutal thud. It was clear that although Lucian had saved her life, he had no intention of offering her mercy.

With a single, effortless leap, Lucian followed her, landing gracefully on the rooftop like a beast straight out of a fantasy tale. Dangerous stunts like that were nothing to him. It was as if he enjoyed testing fate, challenging death just to see who would win.

Liam and I rushed to her motionless form. He muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated. "She’s probably as good as dead now."

"You need to hurry and treat her," I said, kneeling beside her. She was pale as death, her breathing faint, like she was slipping away one breath at a time.

Liam dropped to his knees next to her, the nurse joining him in haste. He placed two fingers against her neck, searching for her pulse.

"It’s dangerously weak," he said, frowning. "I suspect her broken ribs are getting worse. We need to take an X-ray and—"

"There’s no need," Lucian interrupted coldly, stepping beside her with that ever-menacing look in his eyes. "It’s time we find out whether this pureblood bitch actually dies from things as minor as this."

Liam looked at him, his voice laced with warning. "If we don’t treat her, she will die. Honestly, she might have already lost her chance." noveldrama

Lucian said nothing in response. Instead, he kicked her side, a harsh blow to her waist.

Eira groaned, a low sound of pain escaping her lips.

"See?" Lucian said smugly. "She’s alive. Let’s take her with us."

"Lucian, we still need to treat her," I said firmly, standing up to meet his gaze without flinching. "We all bought her together. You don’t get to decide alone. We’re mates, and everyone’s opinion matters."

He sighed, clearly annoyed. "Alright, fine. You want to treat her, and I want to take her with us. Let’s do both." He turned to Liam. "If you want to treat her, do it at our place. Get whatever you need. But this bitch is not staying here."

I felt myself relax slightly. I understood now why Lucian was insisting. If she remained in the hospital, she would likely try to pull the same stunt again. And next time, we might not be there to stop her.

I looked at Liam. "We’re taking her home."

Liam hesitated, reluctant. "Given her condition, we’ll need medical equipment. Some of it might not be easy to set up in your home..."

"Liam," Lucian cut in sharply, his tone cold as ice. "I know you had a soft spot for her. You two were close once. But if you start forgetting what she did and choose to go against us, I won’t care that you’re my friend. I won’t hesitate to get rid of anyone who stands on her side."

Liam went silent. Lucian had hit a nerve. For a moment, Liam looked like someone who had just been exposed. Then he finally nodded.

No one dared taking Lucian’s warning silently. He enjoyed having people go against him and then punish them in return, in most brutal way.

"Alright. But at least give her a room that’s big enough for me to work in. Somewhere clean and safe. Not a stable or some rundown shed. She needs to stay in a hygienic place if you want her to survive."

Lucian’s smirk widened. "So you agree she belongs in a stable. Look at us being clever now, aren’t we?"

Liam didn’t back down. "Knowing you so well, it won’t be surprising if you truly keep her in stable. If you can’t manage it, then get another doctor. But don’t expect me to waste my time on someone you’re planning to kill. I’d rather focus on patients who actually have a chance."

Before the argument could escalate further, I stepped in.

"Lucian, I’ll handle it. You can go. Kael gave you orders to focus on the security. See to it."

Lucian scoffed. "She doesn’t need separate security in our home. I’m going to resume what I left behind because of this bitch."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away.

I felt a quiet sense of relief. Having Lucian around meant constantly being on edge. He was unpredictable, dangerous, and often driven by instincts no one could anticipate.

Liam treated Eira in the hospital room while the ambulance and necessary equipment were arranged for her transfer.

Later, I watched her frail body being carried out, strapped carefully onto the stretcher. She looked pale, almost weightless, as if the wind could carry her away.

As I followed her to the ambulance in my car, one thought echoed in my mind.

Can I truly forgive her for what she did?