Novelas y relatos de Lucian's Regret Aurora And Lucian

I stood there a moment longer, feeling the gravity of the room pull at my bones. He leaned back on the headboard, his face carved in stone, though his eyes betrayed him. They had that restless gleam, the kind that flickered like a candle fighting the wind. His arm was still bound from the cut, but it wasn’t the wound keeping him awake…it was Alina. I folded my arms, studying him. “Lucian, don’t do this. If you go on with this plan, you’ll regret it.” His gaze snapped to mine, sharp as glass. “Regret it? Why would I?”

He tried to hold me back, tried to say something else—but I shoved his hand off me with a force that surprised even me. “I said let me go!” And I—I yanked it down just enough to see— but before it could remove. A hand caught mine again. Not Kuti’s. Lucian’s. His grip was iron, his face inches from mine. For the first time, something flickered in his eyes—not anger, not fear. Something worse. Pity. “lyra give me some time, I need to tell you something” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He said and adjusted his clothes, his expression some kind weird.

He scanned the whole room. "Aurora Lynne Lopez?" he asked, making my heart raced. I quickly raised my hand. "Sir." He, then, turned to me. "Oh, there you are, Rora." He flashed me a smile, making my knees weakened. If I'm standing right now, I'll probably stumble and fall off the ground. How can his smile be so deadly? I also smiled back, making my classmates groaned. I know they think I did it again. I just ignored them and focused on our instructor instead.

He didn’t pull away. He let her touch him. Like it was normal. Like I wasn’t standing there, bleeding inside. Then she turned her head and saw me. “Oh,” she said, her voice still soft, like she wasn’t the one sitting in my place. “You must be the girl I heard about.” I didn’t answer. Lucien looked up then. His eyes met mine, but they weren’t the eyes I knew. They were cold. Confused. Distant. “Elara needed to rest,” he said simply, like he was explaining something small. “She just got in. I didn’t think we should let her.. I think… Aria..”

“She’s wolfless and barely holds form. Any Luna that fragile would undermine your rule. I was clearing the path for you.” “No.” Lucian stepped closer, his voice dropping to something darker, more lethal. “You weren’t protecting me. You were protecting your title. You undermined Lyra because you wanted an Alpha Regent role without opposition.” A tight silence settled between them. Through the Tether, Aria’s emotions pulsed faintly—fear, confusion, lingering pain from the ritual. The connection amplified everything inside Lucian until his fury burned through his bones. Helena rose slowly, her robe whispering against the stone floor.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

Aurora's POV “I knew it, Father made a big mistake in judging Tristan,” I said numbly as I entered my room. “My lady, you should calm down,” Elena passed me a glass of water, and I pushed her hand away from my face. “Today, I'm asked to choose, I should choose?” I burst into laughter, “If I save this Marriage today, it only means I will have to save it every day Ava commits a crime.” “My Lady, I think the Lycan is angry because of the statement you made about his eyes,” I glared at Elena.

She knew Xerxes was the one who killed Lucien but, I compelled him? “What are you talking about-“ Aurora seethed, glaring at me as tears streamed down her face. The child shifted in her arms and I felt a frown marring my forehead. Why were his eyes, unlike his parents? Neither of them had plain brown eyes. “This! I’m talking about this! I heard everything that night, the alliance between Marcus and your mate!” Aurora motioned to a child in her arms and my frown couldn’t get any deeper. Confusion was simply anxiety in a different cloak, it was when my brain defocused in an attempt to allow the dreaming brain through, the ultimate problem solver. Yet what I needed was the opposite, a chance to

"To them, we are just humans. Expensive, powerful humans. Don't let your eyes flash, and don't let your scents out. If you do, we leave immediately. Understood?" "Understood, Mommy," Luna said, her voice unusually somber. Even at five, she could feel the heavy, oppressive magic of this land. Leo just nodded, his small jaw set in a line of pure steel. He was dressed in a miniature charcoal suit that mirrored the one Silas had worn the night he broke my heart. It was a petty choice on my part, but I wanted the visual to be a psychological dagger when Silas finally saw him.

"Believe it or not, there are many possible explanations. The most reasonable one is that she isn't actually wolfless, of course." "That's impossible." This is not how I imagined this conversation would go. "Are you calling me a liar?" "No." I shake my head as much for emphasis as to try to clear it. "I just…" I don't even know what else I can ask him. If I'm not calling him a liar, then I must believe he's telling the truth, I mistaken Aurora. "Look, Evander," Dr. Oliver says, regaining his calm. "Aurora has been banished. You're divorced. There's literally no reason for me to deceive you."