Lucian's Regret Unknown Wolf Series Novels & Stories

Lior's wolf nature, the dormant part awakened by Lucian's blood, absolutely refuses to allow harming its mate. The blade lowers inch by inch as Lior's resolve crumbles under the combined weight of the mate bond and the wolf's desperate resistance. Both hands grip the weapon now to stop the trembling, but that just makes the failure more obvious. Lucian's eyes open slowly, consciousness returning with the lazy awareness of someone who hasn't registered danger yet. Those gold eyes focus on Lior standing beside the bed with a blade that's no longer quite threatening, and comprehension dawns gradually. "You came to kill me," Lucian says, and the observation carries more curiosity than fear or ac

My pulse quickened. Turning the page, I continued reading. The entries became fragmented after that. Scattered observations. Incomplete thoughts. Descriptions of strange symptoms. Pain that appeared without warning. Bleedings. Nightmares. Moments where he lost control of his wolf. Attacks he couldn’t fully remember. Blood appearing afterward. Fear. Confusion. Frustration. The further I read, the more terrified I became. The curse was real. Lucian had been suffering for years. And somehow he had hidden it from everyone.

Three days after Selena left the wolf pack, Cade still couldn't accept that she had been taken right from under his nose. And the one who saved her was Julian, a man with hunter blood, the natural enemy of werewolves. Thirteen days after Selena left, Cade was still trapped in nightmares every night. In his dreams, he was lost in endless darkness. He couldn't find Selena, no matter how hard he searched. Other times, he would dream of Selena lying pale and lifeless in his arms. No matter how desperately he called her name, she wouldn't wake up.

He stared at the ceiling, breath ragged, the echo of the dream still seared into his skull. The image of the white wolf burned behind his eyelids. That feeling. That pull. The bond. He felt it too deeply to pretend anymore. Lucian swung his legs over the bed and dropped his head into his hands. He was going insane. He had to be. This wasn’t possible. Rei Valen was an Alpha. A male. A rival. But his wolf didn’t care. His wolf wanted Rei. Lucian stood up abruptly and paced the room. He needed cold air. He needed logic.

“Take the silver bitch alive! Cassian wants her!” Three wolves rushed her at once. Serafine backed up fast. Her foot slipped on bloody snow. She fell hard on her back. The first wolf jumped. She raised her sword, but it was too heavy now. Lucian was suddenly there. He crashed into the wolf mid-air, tackling it to the ground. Bones snapped. He tore its throat out with his bare hands, then turned and drove his fist into the second attacker’s face. The third one hesitated. Lucian didn’t. He grabbed its head and twisted. A sick crack filled the air.

I laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

‎ ‎"Has she ever harmed another member of the pack?" ‎ ‎"No." ‎ ‎The elder nodded before shifting his attention to Alpha Lucian. ‎ ‎"You were the Alpha of the pack in which she was born?" ‎ ‎"Yes." ‎ ‎"Did she ever display any abnormal characteristics while living in your pack?" ‎ ‎Alpha Lucian slowly turned toward me. ‎ ‎My heart skipped a beat. ‎ ‎This was it. ‎ ‎One lie...and everything would be over. ‎ ‎After several long seconds, he finally answered.

, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.

Pages I haven’t even read yet. “Who is this?” I asked, sitting next to her while she studied a picture of a man and a wolf next to him. He looked like Jedrick and I wondered who he was. “You don’t know who this is?” she asked. I shook my head, passing my hands on the sketch. “That’s your grandfather, Sir Luciano Rose. He was the founder of this town, the one that was bitten by that rabid wolf,” Margery replied. It made sense. Of course the book had to talk about him. He was the one that started the pack.

I answered defensively. “What I indirectly mean is, this is the first time I have seen you this worried and agitated for a female since Yvette left.” I could see Caleb and Theo visibly stiffen at the mention of her name, warily checking how I would respond to it this time. I shot Mark a death glare, and he lowered his head in silent apology. “That was wrong of me; I'm sorry, Alpha.” I was barely paying attention to him; I was more shocked by the reaction of my wolf. He has been strange all morning, usually at the mention of Yve. He becomes uncontrollable. But ever since I met that delicate, fragile-looking woman, my emotions have been all over the place.