Lucas Possessive Form Novels & Stories

⸻ Her eyes widened slightly. ⸻ “Nope.” ⸻ “And possessiveness.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Amara stared at him. ⸻ “…Absolutely not.” ⸻ A dangerous flicker crossed his expression. ⸻ Too late. ⸻ Because she noticed that one too. ⸻ “Oh my God,” she whispered. “You already have the possessive thing.” ⸻ Lucian didn’t deny it. ⸻ That somehow made it worse.

“I’m not weak, Kane. I’ve been proving it every day in training, you wanted me to get stronger well, this is what stronger looks like.” Silence. Lucas chuckled low. “She’s right, you know.” “Shut up, Lucas,” Kane snapped. “No, really,” Lucas drawled, pushing off the post and stepping toward me. His eyes were fixed on me, not Kane. “Look at her, look at what she just did. She’s not some fragile little thing we need to wrap in cotton, she’s power. Raw power and she belongs with us.” My breath caught. The way he said it, low and possessive, made heat crawl up my neck.