Lucian's Regret Chapter 6 Novels & Stories

They looked away, ashamed, and left me in silence. Only Lucian stayed. He had prowled my chamber like a caged beast all night, refusing food, refusing sleep, his golden eyes shadowed with fury. I could feel the rage coming off him in waves not at me, but at the council, at Mirek, at the entire pack for forcing this charade. “You proved them wrong,” he said at last, low and hoarse. “They should be kneeling in apology, not whispering behind your back.” I lifted my cuffed hand, the skin beneath hissing faintly as if the silver had fused into me. “If they need my pain to keep their faith, then let them have it.”

His eyes flicked to his reflection, and the memory of what he had just done flashed through his mind, making him wash his face again. He didn't want to think about it. He couldn't. But then, the heat struck him again, and he rushed back to lock himself in one of the restroom stalls. ******* Lucian was restless as well, regretting letting Ethan slip from his grasp. He could have just taken him right there and shown him what it meant to be his, but he had been too angry, thinking about how Ethan had dared to defend Martin earlier. A friend?

His gaze stayed locked on the road, as if he needed a few seconds to organize what he was about to say. “It’s just that.” Lucian began, his voice lower, almost reluctant. “I just wanted to understand your friend, you know? I wanted to understand how she feels about me. Because, frankly…” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I'm paying for all my past sins with women at Kate’s hands.” I watched his profile closely, noticing how his hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel and how sweat began to appear on his forehead despite the air conditioning.

Could it be that, in that momentary lapse, he experienced a pang of regret, even if it was swiftly suppressed by his dominant nature? These questions swirled in my mind, tempting me to search for answers. But I also recognized the dangers of delving too deeply into the enigma that was Lucian. Engaging with his psyche meant risking my own well-being. After a long silence, Lucian spoke, his voice somehow restrained as if hesitant to say the words. “I only wanted you to see that the world is filled with evil, Elisa. A fragile girl like can’t survive such a world if you don’t open your eyes and accept the cruel reality.”

Strong arms lifted her, cradling her against a chest she had pushed away a thousand times. "Stay with me," Lucian commanded, his voice breaking in a way she had never heard before. "Don’t you dare die. Do you hear me? I won’t let you die. I don’t care if I have to defy fate itself — you’re not leaving. Not like this." But darkness was claiming her, dragging her down into an abyss of regret and pain. Her last coherent thought was a prayer, a desperate wish: If I could go back... if I could do it all differently... I would. I swear I would. Then there was nothing. ---

He hoped they would heed his warning and retreat, so he could focus on saving Clara. “Today, this ends. Today, you pay for all the sins you have done. Today, you pay for the death of the love of my life, Señorita Adrianna Sebastián. Your death would bring her back to life. So, be glad, for at last, you are about to be part of something good and special,” Lucian said sarcastically, his voice filled with bitterness and grief. "Get him and kill anyone who stands in your way," he ordered with determination, his eyes burning with vengeance.

I scoffed at him before digging my nails through his chest and splitting it open. His body heaped at my feet. I cast a look around and realized only my brother and I were left. All the men were lying in a pool of blood, dead. All the women have escaped. A part of me wanted to finish Luke's chapter as immediately as I finished the other men's. But we had a conversation to have. "Verena, you're back." Luke said in a hoarse voice. His eyes blazed in anger but he was smiling at me. "And you must be angry, right? You didn't want me to come back." I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

He looked at me one last time, a look of such intense, belated regret that it should have moved me. It didn't. As they led him away, I turned back to the view of Paris. "You did well," Lucien whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "That was just the beginning," I replied. "I want him to watch me shine from the bottom of the pit I’m digging for him." I have 996 chapters to go. And I plan to enjoy every single one of them.

His eyes blazed with fury. “Lara, are you trying to kill her? What will it take to satisfy you?!” Rin curled into his arms, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. “Professor, please don’t misunderstand! I fell on my own! It wasn’t Luna’s fault!” However, as she spoke, she suddenly broke into violent sobs, struggling against him. “What did I do wrong? What did I say that made her hate me? Am I really so stupid, so useless, that even fate itself has cursed me with the torment of a rogue wolf’s life? Maybe I deserve it…”

“You want a place? Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t stop until Joanna had completely miscarried. But as a result, the company’s shares plummeted even more, and Jack ended up behind bars for intentional assault. Meanwhile, Cameron never stopped offering his blood for my medicine. When I refused, he would secretly do it anyway. Blood was the foundation of vitality. The boy who had once been full of energy now had sunken eyes and was nothing but skin and bones. Knowing the mistakes he had made in the past, he didn’t dare to face me.