All Chapters of Lucian's Undoing : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71The forest was quiet, bathed in the deep hues of dusk. Shadows stretched between the trees, cool air brushing past Lucian’s skin as he moved silently through the underbrush. His cloak fluttered behind him, boots crunching leaves with calculated steps. He’d left the others with a casual wave, masking the burn in his throat and the thrumming ache in his gut.He needed blood.Not the stored kind. Not the diluted vials Dorian kept for emergencies. He needed it fresh. Alive. Still hot.Lucian’s eyes flashed red as he crouched low near a clearing. He waited, scenting the air—there. The tang of fur and fear. A deer, not far off.He moved in a blur.The creature didn’t have time to flee. Lucian was on it in seconds, slamming it to the ground. It thrashed, hooves kicking, but Lucian’s strength was overwhelming. He held its neck with one arm, pinning it down.“I’m sorry,” he whispered—half to the animal, half to himself.Then his fangs sank into its throat.Hot blood surged into his

CHAPTER 73Lucian was on his feet in an instant. “What do you want?”Ravelan offered him a glance—one full of disdain, as if acknowledging the yapping of a particularly ugly hound. Lucian’s eyes flared with cold light.Ravelan gave a long, suffering sigh and dusted invisible lint from his sleeve. “Yes, yes, I’m sure your outrage is terribly important to someone. However…” His gaze shifted—laser-focused on Elias. “You are the only one who matters, my Lord.”Elias stood slowly. His voice was steady. “Ravelan.”The demon dropped into a fluid bow, one arm sweeping wide across his chest.“My Lord.”Ravelan’s lips curled faintly. “I bring ill tidings.”Dorian tensed. The demon didn’t even look at him. “Cerberus has been poisoned.”“What?” Elias stiffened.A grim hush fell over the room.Ravelan continued, voice smooth and unhurried. “Found convulsing in the pit. Unresponsive to flame, ice, or shadow. His soul is unraveling, Elias. He is dying.”Lucian moved to Elias’s side instantly. “The

CHAPTER 75Kai was in the garden, sleeves rolled up, hair tied messily at the nape of his neck, humming tunelessly as he snipped dead leaves from a flowering shrub.Then the guard appeared.“My lord Kai,” the guard bowed. “A letter.”Kai blinked and reached for it, wiping dirt off his hands with a cloth. “Thanks.”He cracked the seal lazily, expecting some boring correspondence from the Academy. But the moment his eyes scanned the first line, the blood drained from his face.He read it again.Then again.And then—he screamed.“EVERYONE! COME DOWN! RIGHT NOW! CODE RED! CODE ABSOLUTE HELL!”The sheer panic in his voice sent birds scattering from the hedges.Within moments, footsteps thundered through the manor. Dorian was first, shirt half-buttoned, eyes sharp. Lucian followed, brows drawn into a scowl. Elias came last, looking vaguely alarmed but more confused than anything.Kai stood at the garden’s edge, waving the letter like it was a cursed object.Lucian stared at him. “What happe

CHAPTER 77Steam curled in lazy spirals from the bathroom as Dorian stepped into his bedroom, towel slung low on his hips, damp curls clinging to his forehead. He hadn’t even taken two full steps before Kai launched at him—literally jumped—legs wrapping around his waist, arms locking around his shoulders.“Kai—”Kai kissed him mid-protest, tongue pushing past his lips with the kind of hunger that made Dorian stumble. The towel dropped. Dorian caught him under the thighs automatically, gripping his bare skin.“You’re insatiable,” Dorian muttered against Kai’s mouth, but he didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. Not when Kai was already grinding shamelessly against him, already moaning like he needed this like breath.“She’s sleeping,” Kai whispered, teeth grazing Dorian’s jaw. “And I need you.”Dorian groaned, stumbling back toward the bed, his knees hitting it. Kai didn’t wait—he shoved him back, straddling him in one fluid move, grinding down against Dorian’s half-hard cock. They were both naked

The morning was quiet.Sunlight streamed through the high windows of Dorian’s estate, casting long streaks across the polished marble floor. The scent of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, subtle and refined.Kairis sat alone in the sitting room, her posture perfect, back straight as a blade. She sipped delicately from an antique porcelain cup, her silver eyes fixed on the horizon through the open window. Her robes, sharp and immaculately pressed, glimmered faintly in the light.Footsteps echoed.Elias walked in, freshly showered, his white shirt loose at the collar. His gaze slid past her without hesitation as he made his way to the teapot, unbothered by the figure radiating cold elegance across the room.Kairis’s lips curved slightly. “How charming. The boy doesn’t greet his elders.”Elias calmly poured hot water into a second cup. “Didn’t realize you wanted conversation.”“Few things bore me more,” she murmured. “Still, manners exist for a reason.”He turned, meeting her ey