Lucien Grey Novels & Stories

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

“My mother? The one who thinks you’re a stain on the family name?” “She said she’d accept me if we had a child,” I whispered. “She even gave me the family bracelet—” Lucien’s face twisted some cruel combination of doubt and disdain. It gutted me. I stepped closer, barefoot on marble, heart in my throat. “I’ve never lied to you. Not once. Why is it so easy for you to think the worst of me?” He stared at me like I was a stranger. “Because you never deny it with your eyes,” he said coldly.

"Abandoned by everyone, yet still trying to survive. You’re just like me." "I doubt you’ve ever been that vulnerable, Mrs. Li." The voice was a low, dangerous purr that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Lucien Hale was leaning against the vehicle, his long, elegant fingers playing with a silver lighter. Flick. Flick. The rhythmic sound was like a heartbeat. He stepped out of the shadows, his presence instantly shrinking the world around them. He was tall, imposing, and dressed in a suit that cost more than most people earned in a year. His dark eyes scanned Evelyn, from the kitten in her arms to the cold triumph in her eyes.

And I feel even crazier when I keep thinking about all the things that will happen right in front of my eyes from now on. And mate? I know that it all probably sounds pretty crazy right now. Or even beyond. But it's the truth. In fact, Lucia Hazel Gray, or Luciana Edith, is actually my mate. Mate of Elijah Gray, the Lycan King. It's a crazy fact, if I say so now. But I never told Lucia that. I was afraid that she wouldn't believe me at all. Considering how big and deep Lucia's grudge was, I didn't want to be an obstacle to Lucia accomplishing what she wanted.

"You're a guest tonight. Eat." "I know, but it's just — strange." She smiled, taking a bite of salmon. "I've worked in this house forever, and I've never seen this room look warm before." "That's because the company's usually terrible," Lucien said from the head of the table. I looked at him, honestly stunned. Collar unbuttoned, actual smile on his face, sipping wine like a regular guy instead of the man the entire business world tiptoed around. Even Vivienne behaved — mostly glaring at her vegetables, one look from Lucien enough to shut down anything sharper than a sigh.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

"You're still the same hollow, soul-less machine." "And you're still the only person who can keep this family from falling apart," Lucien countered. He let go of my wrist and smoothed his suit jacket. "The car is waiting downstairs. My men are already at your hotel picking up Liam and the nanny." "You touched him?" I lunged at him, my nails catching the skin of his neck. "If you hurt a hair on his head, I will kill you, Lucien! I’ll do it with a scalpel and a smile!"

He took it from my hand and turned away at once, already calling for the duty healer. Sylvie’s chair remained where it was. She looked at me, and the smile slowly rising to her lips made no effort to hide itself. “Thank you, Elara. But even if you give me your kidney, Lucien will never love anyone but me. And that place beside him, the one you stole, was always meant to come back to me.” “Get out.” The room went quiet, but the chair did not move. I opened my eyes again. Lucien was already gone. Only Sylvie remained.

That woman hated my existence and blame me for not making Lucien end with Megan. I focused on Lucien, he squeezed Megan’s hand and kissed it as he rose from his seat and headed toward the stage. I felt pain in my chest, knowing that he doesn’t care about my feelings, and how humiliating it is to withness this drama with so much people watching. I focused my attention on tonight’s victory, if he announced me tonight, my father’s company would finally rise from the ashes. That was the promise Lucien made three years ago, on the night he begged me to help him when he swore my ideas would never remain in the shadows.

Ten years later Leon is coming back home today. I have decided it is time for me to step down. I have become extremely tired and I would like to enjoy my mate while I still can. The rogue attacks have taken a toll on me. Now it’s time for some fresh mind and body to take over. Leon has become an incredible Alpha. He fought against his ghosts and became the best version of himself. Things have changed here. My guard is ruthless now. We kill everyone that trespasses the border. Things ha e changed last few years. I see his truck getting closer.