Novel & Cerita Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel

Lucian gestured to her. "What are you reading?" Clarissa manages to ask. "It's a fantasy novel, werewolf bond, I never knew this world had a little knowledge about us, " Lucian said with a frown. "Humans like to romanticize everything," Clarissa said. "I can see that" Lucian pointed to the book in his hand. The two had a little awkward laughter. "I'm sorry about earlier, " she said. Lucian knitted his brow at her, " Earlier?" he asked confused.

He didn't even wait for me to stop shaking. I had exactly two hours before his Beta, Marcus, would arrive to "escort" me out of the territory. In Lycan terms, that was a polite way of saying I was being deported. I took a deep breath, the scent of wet asphalt filling my lungs, and for the first time in three years, my wolf didn't whimper. She growled. Placeholder, she hissed in the back of my mind. We’ll show him who fills the space.

“But don’t forget something, King. She chose me once.” Lucian’s eyes flashed. The air shifted instantly, thickening, darkening, like the sky itself was bracing. “Oh, I didn’t forget,” he said softly. “I remember every detail.” He took another step closer. “You rejected her. You replaced her. You let her bleed alone.” Each word was a blade. His voice sharpened. “You don’t get credit for regrets.” My wolf surged forward violently, snapping against my control. “That’s enough,” I growled. “Say one more word and……”

Lucian stared into the ruins, a look of delight glowing in his eyes. “Marie will come to repay her debt,” he whispered. “And then we finish the Wolf Nation. Her magic is that strong.” A shiver crept up my spine as I remembered unholy things crawling out of dirt. A corpse-witch demanding sex for power. Lucian talking to ghosts. Madness. I’d take wolves over that any day. “I’m going back to base,” I said, disgust jarring my body. “Training.” Lucian waved a hand. “Train them to die for me.”

Complicated situation! "So why all the fuss?" "He just wants to be forgiven for yesterday." "Why? What happened?" "I don't really know, we were in the forest, and then there was a curious noise, something to sent shivers down your spine..." "Then what?" "Lucian cut short our moonlight and brought me back straightaway to the manor." "That's weird." "I think so too. In general, it takes more to impress him." "A werewolf?” "Why? Are vampires afraid of werewolves?"

She pressed her hands against the wound, but they trembled. Lucian stepped forward, his eyes turning a golden-red hue. "You have no place here anymore, Rael." That name sounded unfamiliar to Aria, yet it clearly unsettled Lucian and the other werewolves surrounding them. Rael smiled, but there was darkness in his gaze. "Lucian, you've made too many mistakes. It's time someone stopped you." Lucian let out a low chuckle. "And you think that someone is you?" Suddenly, he lunged.

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?

“Alexander and Chloe. At the bar near the lounge. They were… together. Intimately. His hands all over her, kissing like they couldn’t get enough. She was grinding on him, and he… he was touching her under her dress, right there in public. And they saw me, Lucian. They saw me standing there, breaking, and they just… kept going. Like it was a game. Like hurting me was part of the fun.” The tears surged again, spilling over. I buried my face in his chest, inhaling the clean scent of his soap mixed with a unique scent he carries. Lucian’s body went rigid against mine. His hands stayed on my arms, but I felt the shift—the way his fingers tightened just a fraction before loosening. When I looked u

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.

The fabric suddenly felt too tight. “What do you think, Lucian?” My voice came out sharper than I expected. “You brought me here against my will. You kiss and touch me whenever you like, as if my body already belongs to you. And now I’m discovering that I’m actually a werewolf. How is any of this supposed to be fine?” I took a shaky breath. “Those elders yesterday… I saw the hatred in their eyes. For me and my father. What if they decide to hurt me? What if they’re just waiting for the right moment?” “Eleanor.” He took a step closer.