Lucian's Regret Chapter 6 Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t there, and I will regret it for the rest of my life. But I also came in the nick of time. And I saved you and our baby. Don’t you see? That’s why I’m here now. I’m trying, Amara. I’m trying to be the man you need.” I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. “You don’t get it, do you? It’s not about what you’re doing now. It’s about what you didn’t do when it mattered. Chad didn’t need to try. He just was. He was everything you’re not.” Lucian’s breath hitched, his shoulders slumping further. For a moment, he looked utterly broken, the proud Alpha King reduced to a man begging for scraps of hope. “Tell me how to fix it,” he pleaded. “Tell me what I can do to make this right.”

“And started the cycle.” “Yes.” “You regret it?” “Every day.” Elena took the blade. “Why did you do it?” Lucian's eyes became wet. “Because I couldn't accept that you were gone.” “You brought me back.” “I tried.” “And I suffered because of it.” “Yes.” Elena looked at him. “I forgive you.” Lucian's lips trembled. “You shouldn't.” “I know.” She smiled sadly. “But I'm tired of carrying everyone's guilt.” Lucian nodded.

“And what exactly do you think you are?” --- Silas didn’t answer. --- Didn’t need to. --- Because I already knew. --- The Shift “Ivara,” Lucian said softly. --- My attention snapped back to him. --- “You’re standing between two versions of the same mistake,” he said. --- My stomach twisted. --- “One who regrets it,” he nodded slightly toward Silas, “and one who embraced it.” Then— his eyes locked onto mine. --- “And you?” --- The question hung there. Heavy. Waiting.

“Yeah, let’s definitely do that. I’m sure we have a lot of things we need to discuss, sister dearest.” I returned her glare with a heated stare of my own and when I turned back to Lucian, he has completely retreated into himself with his head bowed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that we were even still in the room. He feels a million miles away, trapped in a house of mirrors built by the woman he’d mourned and the man who’d killed her. And with one last aching look, I turned away from the man I wanted to hold and walked toward the door, Maya trailing behind me like a punishing shadow.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

He wasn't used to being unable to fight, and losing to Alpha Cain had just bruised his ego. But there was something much worse than that. "Is this really what you want, little wolf?" he whispered, eyes closed as he recalled the coldness and hatred in Emily's eyes when they met again. In his chest, he felt incredible pain and regret. It was something he lived by for the past six years. It never went away; he just learned how to conceal them and accept that pain and regret wouldn't be in his heart if not for his cowardness. "Lucian?" Laura's voice made him open his eyes.

A/n: I have to apologize for the way I have been writing my fiction all along. I just read the last few chapters to catch up, but I'm ashamed that my material wasn't even close to being readable. It's not my personal doubt, the people around me said the same as well. I bark a lot, but I cannot bite. Please enjoy the book from here onwards. I promise this book will be peak fiction ♡ ***** Lucien was consumed with revenge. All he could see was red in his eyes.

She met his eyes. “I know that tone. Don’t do it.” “Do what?” “Attempt emotional diplomacy before breakfast.” He almost smiled. “I was only going to say that regret, when genuine, is an unpleasant thing to watch.” She looked away first. That was unfair. Because she knew Lucian’s regret was real. She simply did not know what to do with that. “He had years,” she said quietly. “Years to ask the right questions. Years to trust me. He does not get extra credit because he finally arrived at the truth after I had to survive it alone.”

Lucian was indifferent to his words, seated in his usual armchair, facing the window of his room, which opened to the enchanting night view of the rest of the territory, as the words of his complaining soldier went on and on about his rage-driven act of decapitating the spies. He felt a bit bad for letting his rage gain the upper hand in the heat of the moment. But at the same time, he chose to feel no regrets. It felt like he had literally turned his back on the world. "If they're really after us, they'll strike again." He finally spoke after absorbing all Horace said about his wrongdoings. "We'll be better prepared by then." Lucian struggled to make sense of his own words. But he knew they

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Chapter 43 Marital Rituals Apologies to my readers, I made some mistake in the chapter upload, I will do well to edit the chapters for better understanding as soon as possible. Candel’s POV I stood across from Lucian, my eyes narrowed as i crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't believe you," i said firmly. Lucian leaned back in his chair, his expression incredulous. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice rising slightly.