Lucian's Regret Unknown Wolf Series Novels & Stories

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.

And then, his eyes – once a mesmerizing shade of hazel – began to change, morphing into a brilliant gold that held a world of meaning for those who understood. Lucian was no ordinary man; he was an Alpha, a leader of a pack of werewolves, a guardian of a world hidden in plain sight. His heightened senses allowed him to perceive things that most couldn't. And in that moment, he knew that the howls carried a message, one that spelled danger for our tranquil gathering. As Lucian's gaze shifted towards the pack commanders – a group of trusted individuals who held authority over the different divisions within our pack – they exchanged a knowing glance. The urgency in Lucian's eyes was mirrored in

Capable, smart, and able to think on her feet. A wolf hit Dean on the side of his head. He didn’t recognize the wolf as a local. The scent wafting off this wolf told Dean everything he needed to know. This was no lone wolf. This wolf was a rogue and, by the scent, this wolf was a rogue for quite some time. The speed of the burning started slowly within, only smoke being visible. But as it continued, it became larger, and the creature became desperate to achieve something. Kiera wasn’t sure what it wanted to achieve, but it wasn’t happening now.

Lucian only nodded once, deeply — loyalty over fear. I took a slow breath and forced myself to continue. “There is more.” Ronin’s eyes narrowed. “More than the curse being cracked?” “Yes.” I swallowed hard. “My wolf… responded to her.” Lucian frowned. “In what way?” “In every way.” Silence again. I turned away, hands gripping the edge of the war table so tightly the wood creaked. “He wanted to shield her,” I said quietly. “Wanted to kill for her. Wanted to—”

Lucian continued to reply in a rude manner, not caring to be nice as he wolf had also become rational. This only provoked the wolf more and he fought to emerge and take control but Lucian didn't allow that and fought back to keep his wolf at bay. "Release me this instant." The wolf roared. "If you don't want to claim our mate, I will." "You'll do no such thing!" Lucian frowned deeply. "Try me." The wolf taunted. Lucian saw that he was serious and was ready to emerge so he finally gathered all of his strength and used it to lock back his wolf and cut off the mind link. He needed to clear his head and his wolf wasn't helping matters.

"Despite your father's insistence, you hoped Bruin would give you to another pack member—another subchief—but Bruin refused. Except if I told him I didn't want you. There can be no gray. You're married to me, although in my absence. But we'll get to the excellent stuff when we get rid of the grays." His heavy palm tightened on her throat as she attempted to pull free. Lucian chomped down on Crassus' arm as her vision dimmed and she screamed for oxygen. Lucian's attention had to be drawn to the wolves in the room first, who were more dangerous with their strong bites and posed a greater threat than any of the humans. But as soon as Crassus grasped Ravena's throat, Lucian had to free himself f

Lucian scornfully remarked, his agitation palpable. "Please pardon them. They are still very young and inexperienced. I will bring the girl myself," Peterson interjected, offering a resolution to the situation, his voice tinged with determination. "But who is this brown wolf they speak of?" He further inquired, his curiosity piqued. "That must be one of Adam's friends. I will teach that wolf a lesson never to interfere in my business. And speaking of teaching someone a lesson, I think it's time I have a little chat with my Mano beta," Lucian declared, standing up from his seat and walking away, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and menace.

I struggled, still wanting to get out, but Lucian brought his jaws down around the scruff of my neck. 'No, mate,' he ordered, 'you will submit, and let me have my way.' I agreed with him but still fought back on the principal. His control always turned my wolf into a quivering pile, today was no different. I melted against the wall and pressed my buttocks into his straining erection. My wolf wanted Lucian, but she wanted him in the woods. I felt her sink back into my mind, opting to let the humans play if we were going to be indoors. Lucian turned me and held my hands immobile above my head.

“Ready for what, Kai? Ready to die in a dream? Ready to wake with marks scorched into her skin? Ready to realize the boys who are supposed to protect her can’t keep everyone away?” Lucian exhales a sound like silk tearing. “And there it is. The delicate little wolf—always overprotected, always smothered.” His eyes, dark and cruel, flicker to mine. “Maybe if you all stopped hovering, she’d discover just how strong she really is. Or maybe you’d all crumble with her leaning on you.”

Red eyes were staring back at me—my wolf. I slammed the book close and allowed my mind to wander off. What the heck did I just read? Wolf? Moon goddess? What the heck was going on? I thought that only happened in movies or fairytales, but I was actually reading it. It made no sense at all. Lucian was a wolf? How bizarre was that? Did he not want me in his space that much?