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But I'm left alone. After a while, I hoist myself up onto his bed and grab a book that's lying on his bedside table. At least, he can read! I start skimming through the pages without any great interest. I can't seem to get into the story. Suddenly, I feel a draft and mechanically look up over my reading. Lucian is casually leaning against his open window, his arms folded across his chest and his burning gaze resting on me. "Well, I certainly didn't see that coming!" I shudder and flee his all too intense glance.

Although it has made him what he wanted Lucas wanted more and AlmoAlmond thought Lucas would never have anything in his mind that books. Just as Lucas passed a few miles away from where Alex and Linda were, he felt something. A scent of a werewolf, not an ordinary werewolf but an alpha. Lucas paused his steps and took his time to look at the couple then it suddenly hated him. His eyes widened as he saw his crush on the other guy. That's it, the guy is the one with the scent. the guy is the alpha. What is the meaning of all this Lucas asked himself. "I just feel like killing that guy now," Kelvin said angrily as he paced front and back of the sitting room

~Killian~ "Killian," Lucienne called out to me with the softest, sleepiest voice I'd ever heard and I was sure I smiled from my sleep. "It's time to wake up." I blinked awake, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. Lucienne was already up, her hair tousled, and a gentle smile playing on her lips. She looked ethereal in the soft light, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of more love for her. how could one person be so pretty?

I chuckled softly, charmed by the whimsical luck. “Allow me to offer you something as well,” an unfamiliar voice interjected, extending a red rose towards me. Turning towards the intruder, my smile faded as I saw Lucian. Clad in a casual outfit of a white button-down polo shirt and khaki shorts, his messy hair infused him with an air of ease and informality, a striking difference from his usual squeaky-clean and formal appearance. “My Paolo used to give me roses,” the elderly woman reminisced her romantic fervour, her eyes sparkling as she remembered the cherished memories. Lucian’s smile persisted while my gaze sharpened into a glare.

Alex Vanilla is one of my favorite scents, and the moment the mystery woman entered my gym, i had known about it. She stood just a little behind Liz. She was rather small for a wolf, but she was there. My own wolf inside me gave a little growl of approval.

The night before the wedding, I couldn’t sleep. My window was open. The moonlight poured softly onto the bed. My heart thudded against my ribs, not from fear—but from overwhelming anticipation. A soft knock came. “Lyra… it’s me.” Lucian. I opened the door and found him leaning on the wall, hands in his pockets, hair slightly messy, eyes darker than usual. “You’re not sleeping,” he said quietly. “You too.” He shook his head, took one slow step toward me. “Come here.”

“I’m an Alpha, Clark. I command soldiers, warriors—an entire pack. And yet, I let myself be made a fool of... by you.” The weight of his accusation crushed me. “You think so little of me?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Why? Why, Lucian?” “I gave you my all,” I continued, my voice rising with raw emotion. “And this is what you think of me? You’re calling me a slut—your mate, the mother of your child!” Lucian froze. “You’re... pregnant?” he repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. His gaze flickered to my stomach, his hands balling into fists.

"Well, you're welcome to White Plateau Pack where everyone treats their neighbors nicely," Lillith smiled, feeling relieved that she hadn't walked into a den of lions and cruel people. "My name is Liliith. Thanks for accepting me here," She stretched out her hand for a handshake and he took it, lingering for a while before bringing her hand to his lips and kissing softly. "And you, Lillith, are a very beautiful woman." "Thank you." Lucian was a very handsome man. His dark features were distinct from Leon's. Leon had dark brown hair the color of coffee with gray eyes that looked like a snow storm.

“Did you hear what I said, Lucian? Neither one of those so called prints do not exist. When I say they do not exist I mean, there are no prints on either glass. Are you sure the bartender didn’t set a clean glass on the bar and you picked it up? No, wait, it would not explain the lack of prints on the other glass. We got your prints and the bartenders as well on both glasses and none other. What is going on here Lucian?” Lucian stood up and headed toward the door. “I don’t know Marcus, but I intend to find out.” Lucian’s plane landed three hours later at Denver Airport. The ride to Colorado was a bumpy one; it did not prevent Lucian from going from one speculation to another. It took him too

"Oh no!" Lucian took another car today, just for him not to attract passerbys, especially girls. He made sure to wear a mask and a pair of glasses and a comfy sweater before getting into his car. He hopped out of the car to the area where it was deserted. No student was found roaming around the surrounding, and it's also a great place for him to stay and read his books. No student, just the window of the second floor. Great, no student to bother him. He took off his glasses and mask, then closed his eyes, breathing in a good amount of air. And then opened them back only to see a pair of eyes he had been dreaming to see since these morning. Rose. But she quickly took away her head alway after