Lucian's Regret Chapter 6 Novels & Stories

“My dad was right. You would never jeopardise your relationship with the King of Ardyth for Selena. She's not worth that much sacrifice, not after what she did.” Lucian's face crumpled. "Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think I want to let her go unpunished? I hate it. I hate myself for even considering it. But if I don't take this deal, I lose everything. I will lose the chance to defeat Elira. I will lose the chance to help all of us go back home. We will lose Lunaroria." His breathed heavily. “I regret not listening to you and trusting Talia but right now, i don't have a choice."

Watching her, protecting her and reacting to every threat near her like instinct controlled him And the worst part? Some part of her still noticed. “You don’t know anything about us,” Lyra snapped. The creature smiled again. “I know he regrets rejecting you.” The chamber went dead silent. Even Darian looked uncomfortable now. Kael’s voice turned lethal. “Enough.” But the creature wasn’t looking at him anymore. Only Lyra. “You hate him for what he did,” it said quietly. “You should.” The words settled inside Lyra because part of her agreed. Some wounds didn’t disappear simply because someone regretted causing them.

The pain in my leg throbbed, but the fire in my chest burned hotter. Elena stared at me, wide-eyed. "Sir, the board is getting impatient. What should I tell them?" "Tell them I'm coming in five minutes," I said. I limped over to the window and stared down at the city sprawling below. This was my city, built on my sweat and deals. No one was going to take it from me. But why did the mad suddenly decide to expose me? I'd paid her off, why is she doing all this and Why now? Someone had to be pulling the strings.

At this time, Celine walked in majestically with her red, long, seductive gown gathered in her hands. Most of the guards and maids surrounded the entrance of the basement, where I was locked and watched me from the transparent glass. “What is that I hear? Luna called the dead Lycan king Damon?” Celine scoffed with her hands crossed over her chest. The luna is so delusional Is she seeing things like the dead? That better not be “Our darling Luna has finally lost her mind. Poor thing!” She added and clicked her tongue against her teeth dramatically. I met Celine's spiteful gaze, and her lips curved into a triumphant smile. Hearing the cruel words being jabbed at me must make her happy.

Only the sound of the wind brushing past the windows, and the rhythmic tick of the clock on the wall. Lucian ran a hand through his hair. “What the fuck,” he whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. He laid back down, closed his eyes again— And instantly, the dream pulled him under. Another place. Marble columns. A golden pool. Two figures. Laughing. He was one of them. They were speaking— “You’ll be late to the assembly,” he heard himself say. The other man grinned. “Let them wait. I’d rather be here with you.” “They’re going to accuse me of corrupting you again.”

“It’s quiet here. Helps clear my mind.” I turned back to the view. “I was trying to do the same.” Lucian was quiet for a moment before he sighed. “Mira… about earlier today…” I glanced at him. His eyes were filled with something deep. Something unspoken. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “For what happened.” I knew what he meant. When he had lost control. When he had chased me. When he had almost… I swallowed. “You weren’t yourself.” “That doesn’t change what I did.” His voice was laced with regret. “I almost hurt you. I almost—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t know how to live with that.”

Too many questions. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, and saw the conflict written all over his face. His eyes—still glowing faintly, though the intensity had faded—were full of something I couldn’t quite decipher. Regret? Guilt? Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. “What did Caius mean?” I asked, my voice low, almost a whisper. “He said you... marked me. But you didn’t—” “I did,” Lucian cut in, his voice rough. “Not the way you think, but... it happened.”

Eric did not dare say a word after getting lectured by Stella. Lowry, the driver, laughed happily when he saw Eric being taught a lesson. "Madam Stella, Mr. Chilton's place at home has been taken over since you married him. Who would have known that someone stoic as him would end up becoming a slave to his daughters?" Eric did not retort. All he did was shake his head in exasperation. Stella covered her mouth to sneak a laugh. She was all smiles. "Don't get tricked by his troubled face, Lowry. He's really enjoying it."

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

But there was something in his voice, a genuine plea that tugged at my heartstrings, urging me to give him a chance to explain. Reluctantly, I stopped in my tracks, turning to face him. Lucian stood before me, his expression a mix of apprehension and sincerity. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began. "I'm truly sorry, Calla," Lucian spoke, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I never meant for any of this to happen. What occurred between Diana and me was a mistake, a lapse in judgment that I deeply regret." His words resonated within me, and I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Although my heart still ached from the betrayal I had witnessed, a part of me wanted to belie