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“Laura, I really know I was wrong. I love you—I can’t live without you!” I calmly removed part of my clothing. The skin that was once fair was now charred black from the fire. I asked him, “Is this your way of loving me?” Jack’s face instantly contorted with pain. He cried and held me tightly. “Laura, please, forgive me just this once. I’ll do anything you say!” I thought of my mother’s face. “Then give me back my mother’s ashes.” Jack suddenly collapsed, his face turning ashen. “Laura... that... I can’t do.”

Burned a kingdom of lies to the ground just to reach me. And men like Matteo? They don’t win wars. They only survive long enough to regret starting them. I press my forehead to the cold glass as tunnel lights streak past like falling stars. Hold on, I think fiercely. Just a little longer. Because Lucian Drakov does not lose twice. And when he finds me— This world will bleed.

I checked for something else, three books and no single plan on his present mission. Maybe I was searching for the wrong part. I walked away from his working table to the shelf, but what I saw were mostly old ancient novels and battle strategies. “Shit Lucian! Where the fuck are you. Goddess please give me a sign, I need an answer desperately, history can’t reoccur again, Lucian needs to come back home.” After checking the list of books, I finally gave up. I sat on his bed in defeat, what if Lucian never really comes back, what if he was sick and died outside the pack and I sent him to his death. What if?

The three thousand dollar charcoal cashmere sweater pulled taut across his broad shoulders as he leveled himself completely to Leo's eye line. "Yes," Lucian said, his gravelly voice incredibly soft, raw, and completely honest. "I am the man who made her cry." Leo tightened his tiny grip on the bat, his dark eyes narrowing. "Why?" "Because I was stupid," Lucian answered, not breaking eye contact with his son. His jaw trembled slightly. "I made a terrible mistake a long time ago. I hurt her very badly, and I have regretted it every single day since. I am here today because I want to try and show her that I can be better."

JASPER Hearing Quinn's voice should have brought me peace. Instead, it ruined what little was left of me. Not today… Those two words followed me through the night like a curse. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard them again. Not today. Not today. Not today. By sunrise, I was still sitting in my office. The coffee beside me had gone cold, and the files on my desk remained untouched. The city outside was awake and moving forward. Mine wasn't. For the first time in years, I had nothing to distract me from my regrets.

He quickly cleared away loose stones while I spread my cloak across the driest patch of ground. Lucian lowered himself carefully, every movement stiff with pain. He leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes for a moment. His breathing sounded uneven. When he opened them again, they found mine. There were so many things inside that single look. Regret. Relief. Love. And another apology he couldn’t seem to stop giving me. I sat beside him without speaking. He didn’t ask me to leave. He simply looked away. The silence between us felt heavier than the mountain above our heads.

His tone dropped an octave—cold, final. The woman hurried out, her heels clicking down the hallway. When the sound faded, Lucian sat on the edge of his bed and pressed a hand over his face. For the first time in years, he couldn’t make his mind go quiet. And it infuriated him. He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, exhaling through clenched teeth. “Porca miseria, Aurelia…” he muttered under his breath. The name lingered like smoke. And for a man who’d built his empire on control, it was the most dangerous feeling of all.

They were white. Not blind. Infinite. Lunaria’s wolf dropped low in instinctive reverence. You have walked far, the she-wolf said. But you do not know where you began. The ground beneath Lunaria’s feet rippled like water. Images flashed—too fast to grasp. Fire. A woman screaming. A symbol carved into stone. A newborn wrapped in cloth marked with the same sigil the Council used. Lunaria gasped. “What is this?” she whispered. Truth, the she-wolf replied. And what they buried.

“This became ours the moment we chose honesty.” That night, they stood together on the balcony again. The city glowed beneath them, restless and alive. “Do you regret it?” Lucien asked quietly. She thought carefully before answering. “I regret what it costs,” she said. “Not what it reveals.” Lucien nodded. “That’s the difference.” Across town, Jonathan sat alone in his darkened study. The accolades on the wall no longer comforted him. They felt like artifacts from a world that had moved on without permission.