Lucian's Regret Unknown Wolf Series Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t you earlier.” Lucian gave a small shrug, not denying it. “That’s my wolf,” he said simply. “Wulf. He had control… earlier.” Aha. So it was the wolf who wanted me—not Lucian. I tilted my head and gave him a knowing look. “He’s quite possessive… for a rogue like me.” Lucian exhaled slowly and dropped his gaze to the ground, rubbing a hand across his mouth. “What did Aaron tell you?” he asked quietly. “Be honest. And if you still don’t want to say, that’s fine too.”

She could have been killed, he would have murdered his mate because he was a monster. “I just need to get out of here.” “Not before you tell me what you meant by that.” Lucian closed the space between them as his gorgeous amber eyes lit up. “Don't think I didn't notice the way you acted when Marino introduced me as a Callisto. What was that about?” “I think we should focus on the reason we are this far into the labyrinth. I don't imagine this is the first time you have encountered a wolf who didn’t care for your family very much.”

I voiced out, raising my tone, and lacing it with the proper amount of anger. “Your pack?” The wolf growled with intrigue. “Where were you when we had to bury our families after your stupid mate took us warriors to that forsaken sacred pack.” I froze. His words cut through me like a poisoned dagger. He can’t be talking about the sacred pack. No. Lucian. What had he done? What had he done to those innocent people? Within the words he had just said, it was clear now that he is one of Lucian’s warriors—at least he was. But he seemed to have lost a loved one, and that was he was out here—drunk with revenge.

Zara After days of enforced rest, I found myself unable to sleep. I’d read every book in my room. My requests for the return of my computer were ignored. Lucian stumbled into my room late in the night. “Is something wrong?” I asked. He grimaced and shook his head. “I know I went to you. In the shower. To calm my wolf.” “Yes,” I said. “Don’t you remember?” “Not clearly,” Lucian admitted. “My wolf was mostly in control. I remember you. I remember your scent. You… I did not force you.”

’ I warned him. “You will do no such thing, Lucian Grey!” My mum thundered. “I, your mother and Luna of this Pack forbid you from rejecting and sentencing a poor girl to death. How can you say you want to reject and sentence your mate to death? Do you know what this will do to you?” “I don't..” “How does your wolf feel about this?” She asked cutting me off. “I think you know the answer to that question Mum.”

⸻ “No.” ⸻ The whisper escaped before she could stop it. ⸻ The Golden Wolf closed its eyes. ⸻ Pain crossing its face. ⸻ “The prophecy never revealed which one.” ⸻ Lucian immediately stepped forward. ⸻ “Then it’s useless.” ⸻ The Golden Wolf looked at him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Its voice softened. ⸻ “That’s what terrified us.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Because uncertainty was worse.

So I stand there, my heart hammering, caught between duty and desire, truth and ruin. And for the first time in years, Lucian, the wolf who fears nothing, feels utterly terrified.

“…you would both be dead.” Silence fell. Lucian’s grip tightened. I stepped forward and caught his wrist, his muscles rigid beneath my fingers as if he were carved from stone rather than flesh. He looked at me then, rain sliding down his face in steady lines, lightning briefly etching the sharp edge of his jaw into something almost inhuman. “I know him.” I whispered. Lucian didn’t move. His wolf was still there—raging just beneath the surface. I could feel it now, explosive and restless under his skin, barely held back by restraint. Still, he listened.

There were even whispers of curses, old magic that had been forgotten over time. I couldn’t help but think of Lucian’s warning the night before. You’re asking questions you shouldn’t be asking. He had to know about this. Hell, he probably did know. The way he’d talked about wolves—about danger—it was like he was speaking from experience. And if there was any truth to these stories, if there really were people who could shift into wolves...

For so many reasons. "Your disagreement on the matter would hardly sway m--" "I'm Latent okay?!" I bursted out. I heard a gasp in the bushes but my anger and wariness soon overrode the memory of it. "I. Am. Latent. I cannot turn into my wolf. I would be a liability--a disgrace!--to your pack. You deserve someone better. Someone more fit to be a Luna than I could ever be." After my tirade, I suddenly felt cold and exposed.