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He said and I veered my gaze to Ralph in my fright. He had tears in his eyes and I had a swollen feeling of grief and fear within me. Both of us were on different levels of pain. While mine was emotional pain, his was more physical but we both shared one emotion, one similar pain. Regret. I was in regret and I could see that Ralph was. We were about to die because we had been stupid. I was about to die because I had been greedy. “Should I kill the King or the Queen first?” The Lycan King asked an open question.

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

Violet's Pov "I'm sorry" Lucian broke the silence. "What?" "For everything. If only I hadn't forced you, things wouldn't have gotten to this." "I wanted it too, everything and every single time. I never regretted it, I just wished things were a little bit different, maybe if we had met earlier..." "You don't regret our moments together?" "I don't. I wish to relive them". I was being honest. Lucian was staring a bit too much, as if trying to gouge out something from me. My heart leaped at a wild thought that flashed through my mind.

“You did me wrong Linda, you are just feeling so reluctant to admit it.” “Lucian, end me if that's what will make you happy. Go ahead and do it. Everything that had happened wasn't your fault…It was mine. I fell in love with my friend's ex husband and I allowed his right hand man to fall in love with me too. I have been a slut so I guess it's time to get punished.” Lucian looked at her, he hated the way she complained, he hated the way the tears kept flowing from her eyes continuously. He regretted not crossing paths with her on time.

Thus, I allowed her the freedom to choose, despite the immense difficulty it brought on me. Lucian claimed to possess extensive knowledge of various matters, including Cercei’s lineage and Remus’ misdeeds, which included the murder of his own mother. However, where I stood in the midst of his intricate revenge remained a mystery to me. During one of his regular visits, I couldn’t help but comment, “This detention is worse than Remus’ mansion.” He diligently made it a routine to meet with me each day. In response, Lucian calmly corrected, “This isn’t a cell; you’re in a highly advanced room equipped with everything you need.”

I don’t…like it. For once, I long for a moment when those fiery green eyes would look at me without the usual weight of disdain and repulsion. Would I find something new in them, something even more breathtaking? Would their radiance supersede my expectations? This time, I have Lucian to blame. He’s relentless in his attempts to take away everything I have, and once again, I curse the day that bastard walked into my life. He’s so good at his little games, so convincing that many times I’ve wondered if I imagined that day when I saw his true vile and repulsive colors.

For some thread of the old world to survive the new teeth. She could be that. If she lived. If she chose to stand in that doorway instead of staying behind this curtain forever. She let the curtain fall a fraction, shadowing her face. “Pick a side,” she whispered to herself. For the first time, she wasn’t entirely sure which one she meant. --- Lucian returned to the capital three days after the Temple. He did not arrive in triumph. No fanfare. No ceremony. Just a column of exhausted men limp with winter and loss, banners less crisp than before, the prince at their head looking like he’d aged ten years in ten days.

"I'm asking—did you do it? Did you ruin Nick's hands?" As her question fell, Lucian released his grip. The photos were scattered on the floor, and he stepped on them. "So what if I did?" he sneered. "I regret not doing more. The fact that he dares to show his face again means I went too easy on him."

Chapter 54: Retribution’s Wrath LUCIAN’S POV The study was my sanctuary, the Miami skyline a blur through the window as I stood shirtless, sweat still clinging to my skin from the gym, a Cuban cigar smoldering between my fingers. I’d been sober for three days, fighting the urge to drown in whiskey, to numb the shame that burned since I’d mistaken Marco for Ethan, my lips on his, my hands desperate for a ghost. I avoided Marco, his presence a reminder of my weakness, my heart still raw from Ethan’s betrayal—his silence, his absence, the void he’d left when I woke from the coma. I exhaled, smoke curling, my chest tight, trying to bury the ache under work, under control, under the empire I’d bu

“I mean… not in that way. I was never in love with anyone. I waited an entire decade... ten long, lonely years, rejecting the advances and affections of countless suitors, all because I wanted my mate... I wanted you. And then one day, you appeared out of nowhere... like you were back from the dead. I felt your pain; it was like a symphony of shattered glass, each shard piercing my soul with its haunting melody. And I thought, maybe I could be there for you, a comforting shoulder to lean on, and in time, my love could heal your broken heart. But you didn’t want my love; you didn’t want any part of me. You wanted revenge, and you were crueler than I could ever imagine.” Lucian's gaze fell to