Lucian's Regret Novel Free Novels & Stories

"I just think… he might truly regret it." "He deserves it," Damian's voice was devoid of emotion. "When he publicly rejected you two years ago, did he consider your feelings?" "Now that he regrets it, why should you forgive him?" "Elena," Damian cupped my face. His kisses landed on my brow, my nose, my lips. "You are my Luna, my only one." "You don't need to worry about anyone else's feelings. As long as I'm by your side, you can do whatever you want." "Understand?"

"I just... what if they regret it now? What if they're looking for you, wanting to make amends?" Lucian's eyes flashed with something dark. "Then I hope they never find me. Because if they do..." He trailed off, but his meaning was clear. "You can't mean that," I whispered, though part of me understood his anger. "Can't I?" He reached over and turned the page of the diary. "Look at this." I gasped at the image before me. It was far more detailed than the previous drawings, showing real artistic skill, but what it depicted...

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.

The air between us burned with unspoken fear, with longing, with regret. But Lucien did what he always did. He stepped back, retreating into his armor of control and coldness. “Stay out of those books,” he said, voice neutral again. “Sometimes the past is better left buried.” Then he turned, his coat sweeping behind him as he walked away, leaving me alone in the library, clutching a book full of ghosts. I don't regret finding out what I did, I wasn't going to let myself be a recipient to indifference and hatred from Lucien without knowing what exactly I did.

When he finally put down the binoculars, he heaved a deep sigh and heard Antonio sigh behind him as well before asking, “so, what now?” Lucian didn’t know what to answer, right from the moment he had kidnapped her, he has always known he would deliver her someday but right now, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had done the right thing. Obviously she hates him for killing her mother but he knew with time he would get her to forgive him. Thinking about it now, he knew if he could take back the hands of time, he would take it back to that day and spare the beautiful woman that died mercilessly in his hands. He heaved another sigh and asked himself the same question, what now? What would he be

You can fix this. The other voice, colder and more distant, responded, It was the right choice. You did what was necessary. The first voice screamed back, more urgent now. You’ll regret it. You’ll regret it, Lucian! Lucian’s fist slammed into the ground, the sharp pain of glass piercing his skin barely registering. His mind was consumed with one thought. No! I will never regret this. I did what I had to do. But deep down, Lucian knew the truth. The ache in his heart, the burning regret that now threatened to consume him, was a sign that he might already be lost.

I touched my neck—the scent-masker was hot, vibrating against my skin. I was winning. I was breaking him. But as I looked at my children sleeping peacefully, I realized the terrifying truth: Silas wasn't just losing his company. He was losing his life. And the only thing that could save the Lycan King was the very woman he had cast out to die. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. I had come for revenge, but I hadn't realized that watching him die would feel like dying all over again.

Scarlett’s POV The silence that followed his words was deafening. His vulnerability, his brokenness, and his determination all hung in the air, leaving me to decide if this man—flawed and remorseful, but deeply committed—was someone I could risk my heart for again. Lucian’s voice was sincere, each word laced with raw emotion and heavy with self-doubt. I could feel the weight he carried, the way he had internalized every failure, every moment he thought he’d let me down. His remorse wasn’t performative; it was tangible, bleeding into the space between us. Lucian wasn’t just apologizing—he was laying himself bare, stripped of pride, offering himself wholly, ready to rebuild the pieces of what

A shiver crawled down my spine. Nobody needed to explain what that meant. The silence stretched. Long and uncomfortable. Finally, Victor spoke again. "Whatever happened that night, Luna, you're missing more than memories." I looked down at the envelope in my hands. The paper suddenly felt much heavier than it should have. Victor's next words settled over the clearing like a storm cloud. "And I think the thing you forgot is the exact reason someone wanted you dead.”

“When you collapsed in my arms… I thought that was it. That I’d never hear you call me princess again. Never feel you inside me. Never watch you teach Alexander how to be strong or spin Sophia around until she giggles.” His jaw tightened. Those powerful hands—hands that had ruined me so many times—trembled slightly as they cupped my face. “I’m sorry, Lila. I was arrogant. I thought I could end it alone and come back to you clean. I was wrong.” The apology hit me harder than I expected. Lucian didn’t apologize easily. He commanded. He conquered. Hearing genuine regret in his voice cracked something open inside me. “I know why you did it,” I said, leaning into his touch. “You’re terrified of l