Lucian’s POV
As I rode through the countryside, the scenery passing me by in a blur, my thoughts were fixated on the dark haired girl that I had in my home.
I had decided to take this journey to make an important negotiation with a pack, to focus on matters of the pack and put aside the tumultuous feelings she stirred within me. But it seemed that even the rolling hills and verdant forests couldn't banish her from my mind.
I could still smell her sweet scent on my clothes and feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, her dark curls tumbling down her back, her full lips curved in a smile. Her bright blue eyes that always seemed to be filled with fear, no matter how I try to act as normal as I could be.
Even as my beta recounted pack affairs, I struggled to concentrate. His words were a mere buzz in my ears, drowned out by the incessant echo of Amara's voice. It was as if she had taken root in my mind, a stubborn weed that refused to be plucked.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts. It was foolish to be so preoccupied with a woman, especially one who was not even my mate nor wife. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, felt her touch.
I knew deep down that I was merely running from my feelings, and that until I confronted them, they would continue to haunt me. I had damaged her, I wanted to view her as just someone to discard after her job is done but it was so goddamn hard. I couldn't just let her go; I have grown possessive of her. And I want to make amends. To make her feel better than I did in the past.
After I got back to the estate, my idea was to summon her to my chambers. I felt guilty, though I would never apologize but at least maybe flowers would make her day. Not sure.
Then, I decided to just visit her chambers. And now here I was, in her chambers, staring at the empty space where Amara used to be. Marcus, my beta, walked in and gave me a questioning look.
"You summoned me. How was the trip?" he asked.
I shrugged. "A success but also disappointing. I couldn't focus on anything except her. It's like she's haunting me. I can't just get her off my mind."
Marcus sighed. "You seem more obsessed than I thought. Maybe it's time to let her go. It was a well planned escape. Something she has probably been planning it for weeks. She doesn't want to be here. Besides, she wasn't even able to breed a son for you. Just let her leave. "
I felt a surge of anger rise within me. "Don't you dare suggest that. I won't give up on her. She might even be with child right now. I need to know. "
"Just forget about that nobody. She isn't even worthy to bear your seed. There are so many other clean ladies out there who can bear your child" Marcus said.
"Don't you ever in your entire life refer to her as a nobody", I growled at him.
I turned to Elsie, Amara's maid. "Elsie, where is Amara?" I demanded.
Elsie shook her head. "I don't know, Your Highness. She disappeared in the night. I searched for her but couldn't find her."
My frustration grew, and I clenched my fists. "You know more than you're letting on, Elsie. She wouldn't have been able to escape without help."
Elsie looked down, avoiding my gaze. "I swear, I know nothing. I would never betray you or Amara."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I knew Elsie was telling the truth. We had been close since childhood.
"Fine. But if you hear anything, anything at all, you'll come to me immediately. Understood?"
Elsie nodded, and I could see the relief on her face. "Of course, Your Highness. You have my loyalty."
I dismissed her with a wave of my hand, lost in my thoughts once again. I knew I had to find Amara before it was too late.
Just as I was about to leave the room, Elsie stopped me. "Your Highness, may I speak with you for a moment?"
I turned to her, curious. "What is it, Elsie?"
"Why do you need her back, Your Highness?" Elsie asked. "Do you truly care for her or is it just a matter of pride?"
I felt a pang of guilt at her words, realizing that my actions might have come off as possessive rather than caring. But I knew deep down that it was more than just pride.
"I don't know. Sometimes there is no reason for something. But I know this is not about pride. This is just about something that I can't explain." I said, my voice low and sincere. Elsie was like a second mother to me and she would understand me best. She could understand the feelings I could not put into words.
"I just want to see her one more time and make sure she is fine.” My wolf seemed to happily agree to that idea when I said that, feeling a bit relaxed than it did when we had discovered that Amara was missing.
Elsie's expression softened and she hesitated before speaking. "She ran off to the south, Your Highness. She's headed towards the mountains. To my cousin. I have no idea if she will still be there at this time but you can try."
Relief flooded through me, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for Elsie's loyalty and willingness to help.
"Thank you, Elsie," I said, giving her a small smile. "You don't know how much this means to me."
As I left the room, I felt a newfound determination to find Amara and bring her back to me.
I looked at Marcus who stood not too far from me and gave him a stern look.
“Gather the search troops and find her”
~Amara~A loud, impatient knock disrupted my reading. It wasn’t Lucian. He knocked twice, always with a soft hesitation. This knock was louder, firmer, and more demanding. I stood slowly, heart stuttering. My steps were cautious as I approached the door. A part of me already knew who it was.When I opened it, I was not disappointed. Maya stood there, her arms crossed, her face a mask of mock-concern and artificial warmth. Her eyes, though, told a different story."Can we talk?" she asked, her voice gentle enough to fool anyone but me.I stepped back, leaving the door open without a word.She entered like a queen into a court she believed she still ruled, taking slow, deliberate steps, letting her gaze sweep the small cabin as if she was measuring it for decay."Lucian’s not here," I said, arms crossed defensively."I know," she answered, turning toward me. "That’s why I came."I raised an eyebrow. "That’s very convenient."Maya smiled and her eyes dropped onto the open journal on my b
~Lucian~I stood in front of the wolf house, my senses attuned to the activities around me. The air was crisp, the kind that bit into your skin like a warning. Birds chirped overhead, but even their songs couldn’t silence the distress that I’d felt all through the night.I closed my eyes and reached through my mind-link. “Marcus,” I called in my mind.Silence. I inhaled slowly, and tried again. “Marcus. I need to speak with you. It’s urgent. Can you hear me?”The bond remained mute. I tried to push deeper, reaching across the pack connection that had once never failed me. The sensation was like knocking against a sealed door. There was no opening or presence. Just empty air.Damn it.I opened my eyes, exhaling roughly. A chill crawled up the back of my neck, not from the cold, but the sense that something wasn’t aligning. Marcus had never failed to respond, especially not to a direct mind-link.Was he dead? No, there was no way he was dead. I would have felt the snap of the bond if h
~Amara~I couldn’t sleep. Even though I’d promised Lucian I’d rest, my eyes wouldn’t stay shut. The ache in my back, the way my belly tightened every few minutes, it was more than physical discomfort. It was this feeling. This deep, growing tug in my gut that something wasn’t right.I turned on my side, my hand resting on the swell of my belly. “We’re so close, little one,” I whispered. “Mama just needs to figure this out. Then we can go home.”An idea suddenly came to me and I sat up slowly, grabbing a nearby jacket from the chair. The house was quiet. I knew Lucian had gone to speak with Maya. He didn’t say it outright, but I saw it in his eyes. He didn’t want to believe what I told him. he wanted to find out for himself.The restlessness that I had was because I knew how manipulative Maya could be, and seeing how bad the whole thing was hurting Lucian, he could just decide to turn back on the truth just to make the pain go away. I needed to know what was going on with that conversa
~Lucian~I knew what I had to do the moment Amara showed me that paper with the mark drawn on the page. The shape. The pattern. The same mark I had once thought a tribal tattoo when I saw it on Maya, back when we were just falling in love. I never questioned it. She told me it was nothing and that it was only a symbol of her family. I never thought to ask more. But now? Now I couldn’t ignore it. Not after everything Amara had been through. Not after how I’d let her down again and again.My heart twisted with the knowledge that Maya had probably lied to me from the first time that we met. I couldn’t imagine how I could have been such a fool for her, believing every little thing that came from her. But I was going to confront her about it. I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, but I needed to see that mark again, to be sure that it was the same one with Adrik.I waited until the next evening before I could see her. Maya was outside, sitting beneath the same tree I always found
~Amara~ I lay in bed with my hand on my belly, counting the rhythmic thump of my baby's tiny feet against my ribs. It was comforting. Reassuring. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t sleep. Lucian had left the room a while ago. He thought I was resting. But the moment he shut the door behind him, my mind ignited into a storm of thoughts I could no longer suppress. I couldn’t stop thinking of Maya and what her mission could possibly be. No matter what anyone else says, I strongly believed that there was no way a dead person could have come back to life. Lucian said he had held her lifeless body in his arms. She was his first mate, so he could have noticed if there was any sign of life in her, but he didn’t. A sigh escaped my lips as I turned over again on my side. What could possibly be Maya’s plan? Her name alone made my stomach twist. This wasn’t from jealousy anymore, but unease. Something about her return didn’t sit right with me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the memo
~Lucian~ The promise I made still echoed in my ears long after Amara and I walked away from that stream. Her words kept on playing over and over in my head, and they wouldn’t stop no matter how much I tried. It was as if that was the punishment I was receiving for daring to sideline her all this while. I hated how many times I’d made her feel like second best. She never was. Not once. And now, with her due date crawling closer, I realized how badly I needed to set everything right. I walked beside her in silence, sneaking glances at her every few steps. She held her belly protectively, the baby growing inside her reminding me that this was also a piece of us; proof that we had built something real out of all this chaos. “I meant what I said, Lucian,” Amara suddenly said. “I’ll help you figure this out. But after that, I need to go home.” “I know,” I replied, my throat tightening. “And I’ll take you home, Amara. I swear on everything I have left.” She gave me a tired look but nodde