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Lucil mumbled from behind after some seconds and she strolled to me with words I never expected to hear. “You’re the best mate my brother could ever be given by the moon goddess. I know it’s too late to talk about that now, but I can only beg you to forgive my brother too.” Lucil pleaded as she got to me and as soon as I understood who she was talking about my entire aspect changed and I frowned. “He’s remorseful too. I can feel it so I know—” “You don’t know that about Cayden!” I chimed in harshly, interrupting Lucil. It was a subconscious action and was rather automatic as I couldn’t stop myself.

His entire body stiffened, and for a flicker of a second, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Lucian's reaction, however, cut deeper. His eyes found mine, and I watched something shift inside him—his face fell, not in anger, not even in surprise, but in something heavier… disappointment. There was guilt in the way he dropped his gaze, fear buried in the crease between his brows, regret pooled in his silence. But I couldn’t let that stop me. Not now. Not when I had already stepped out of the shadows. Not when my heart thundered with purpose, not dread.

The vulnerability that had cracked open just minutes ago was slipping behind that familiar wall of steel and arrogance. “What happened, professor? Don't tell me you're questioning your sexuality already,” Artemis smirked. “This is not a joke, Artemis,” Lucian's serious tone caught Artemis off guard. It usually took more to get Lucian pissed. Was it really that bad? The thought made his stomach churn. “I get it,” Artemis said, voice tight, barely concealing his hurt. “You regret it already.” “No,” Lucian replied instantly, almost too fast. “It’s not that.”

If this was my last chance to say any last words before my untimely death, I would take full advantage! "I hope you all join me in hell soon." I felt the sting of the slap as it echoed in the room. I clutched my face and fell to the ground, the right cheek where my father slapped me burned. I licked my lips, tasting the tang of iron, blood. I hadn’t even seen him get up from his chair. Just as he was about to continue berating me, someone pushed the door open. "How dare you defile the future Luna candidate offered to the Lycan King!"

##Chapter 68 Who Are You? Lucian's POV “I guess this is just a punishment for all my sins.” I stood hopelessly in front of the operation room I peeped into the surgery room, the air hummed with tension, like a tightly wound spring ready to snap. The harsh glare of the overhead lights cast stark shadows, emphasizing the urgency of the scene. The sound of beeping monitors and hushed voices filled the room, creating a symphony of controlled chaos. Nurses bustled around, their movements precise yet urgent, like dancers in a macabre ballet.

I felt regret for all that had happened to her. “What is she doing?” he muttered in Italian. I didn’t quite understand, but I knew he was talking about me. I gave him an angry, painful glance. “Move, Julia,” he warned. I shook my head in response. “I will stay right here. If you have to punish someone, choose me instead of her." Lucian shifted back a little; he was still affected by this painful decision. This is my way of repaying Maria for the sacrifices she made on my behalf.

I could not see a title—only strange patterns that twisted and shook as if they knew I was looking. Then— The letters changed. They rearranged themselves, curling into words I could suddenly read. "The Truth You Refuse to See." A sharp chill raked down my spine. “Don’t touch it,” Lucian warned. But it was too late. My fingers had already closed around the book’s surface. And the world— Vanished. Lucian’s POV One moment, we were standing in the chamber. The next— We were somewhere else. The ground beneath me felt unstable, shifting like mist yet solid under my boots. The air was different—colder, sharper, laced with something metallic.

But those who knew him well would know that this version of him was scarier than when he was angry. Calista kept her eyes closed and remained silent. She seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness. Lucian grabbed her chin, forcing her to stay awake. "Calista, who were you calling for just now?" Calista woke up in a daze. She looked at Lucian with teary eyes. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "Paul. I should have listened to you and not married Lucian. I regret it. I regret it so much ..." Lucian's gaze fell upon her, his expression unfathomable. "Regret?"

Turning to Lucian, he said, “Think about what I said. Don’t wait until it’s too late.” Lucian held Selene in his arms, but his eyes remained locked on mine. Then, his voice rang out, steady and cold. “I won’t regret it.” He hesitated, then added, “Because I never loved Elara. There’s nothing to regret.” A sharp pain surged through my chest, stealing my breath. The words cut deeper than I’d expected. A tidal wave of grief crashed over me, suffocating, drowning. I turned and opened the car door to Milo’s car. As soon as I sat down, a violent cough racked my body, warm liquid dripped from my nose onto my trembling fingers.

Lucian took one last, lingering look at Victoria, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment, before turning and striding out of the hall. Lucian headed straight to his chambers as his steps grew faster and more erratic with each passing moment. As soon as the door closed behind him, the floodgates of his suppressed emotions burst open. He screamed, his voice echoing through the empty room. He shouted in anger, his fists pounding against the walls as his body shook with both fury and sorrow. The weight of his regrets crashed down upon him with each memory cutting deeper than the last. "How could I have been so blind?" he yelled, his voice breaking. "I protected the wrong woman! I chose he