Novel & Cerita Lucien Grey

The hallway outside Lucien Moretti’s private archive felt off. Too quiet, too spotless—almost like someone had scrubbed away every hint of life. Lila stood there, gripping the access card Lucien had handed her earlier. “Just for research purposes,” he’d said. His words had been steady, almost rehearsed. But his eyes—she couldn’t forget how tired they’d looked. That wasn’t like him. Lucien always seemed like the kind of man who slept deeply and woke up ready. Yet this morning, those dark circles under his eyes looked permanent.

I was about to speak when he silenced me with a gesture, his finger in his mouth. "Firstly, I'm deeply sorry," Lucian begged, his voice trembling. "I tried to control myself, but I couldn't. I'm sorry." I reassured him, "It's fine, Lucian." I pondered the events of the previous night, unsure how we became disconnected. Lucian's vulnerability to the vampire disease weighed heavily on my mind. He set the tray beside me, his expression pitiful. “You should eat,” Lucian said. As Lucian pushed the tray towards me, his eyes locked onto mine. He carefully cut a piece of chicken, his movements deliberate.

Creatures paused, sensing their general’s hesitation. Lucian moved. Fast. He leapt over the broken ridge and landed beside Elias, sword drawn, already glowing with the remnants of divine energy. “Elias!” he shouted, shoving him backward as a void beast lunged. Steel flashed. Blood—black and rotted—splattered the sand. Elias barely reacted. Lucian turned to him, gripping his shoulder hard. “Snap out of it—what the hell was that?” “I…” Elias stared straight past him, expression dazed.

Lucr hungrily devoured her food which was like a mountain and even dished more. "WOW she eats like two grown wolves.'Rex said making me laugh as Everyone turned to look in my direction."What's so funny Cas?dad asked releasing his aura making me bare my neck in submission. "stopp_d_a_d."I manage to mind link him but it seems Alec was angry at me for God knows what."what's wrong mom? you seem pressured."our heads snap towards Luci who was shoving crayfish into her mouth. Dad reliazed that his aura was affecting Jane in the process of making me submit but it was not affecting Lucy which kept us wondering why?

Far more than I’d expected. Lucien Greythorne. The future Alpha of Emerald Forest Pack. A man with a polished name, a privileged title, and an ego that towered over all else. I had known he was reckless and arrogant. But this? This was something else entirely. I could ruin Lucien with this alone, completely destroy him. But I had no interest in doing so, at least not yet. No, this wasn’t about politics. It wasn’t about leverage. This was about entertainment, about testing lengths, watching them squirm. Seeing how far a man would go when he had something to lose.

The man who entered was nothing like the scarred commander from the night before. Lucien Grey was tall and elegant, the kind of beauty that looked carved rather than born. Pale gold hair fell in perfect waves to his shoulders. His eyes were a clear, cold green, the color of deep water under ice. He wore a tailored black coat with silver embroidery at the cuffs, the fabric so fine it seemed to drink the light. A single emerald earring glinted in his left ear. Everything about him said old money and older ambition. He smiled as if he had been invited for tea.

Especially when that someone has a magic touch. "Lexia, my mate," Grayson informs him. He glances at me. "This is my brother, Evan." No similarity. That's what I first notice. Maybe the same nose, but other than that, the hair and eye colour don't even compliment each other. I would call Evan my relation before Grayson's. "I came to remind you-" Evan breaks off, casting his gaze over to me. "We have business to attend to." "Right," Grayson said, obviously recalling that something important required his attention.

"You are a hero, Sarah." "I am a baker who learned to swing a sword. But thank you." I moved through the wing, learning names and stories. Marcus, who had shielded two wolves with his own body. Elena, who had dragged three wounded soldiers to safety before collapsing herself. Jacob, who had lost both parents in the battle but still smiled when I approached. Each one a person. A life. A reason this war had to mean something. Near the back, I found an elderly Lycan lying very still. His breathing was shallow, his skin gray. A healer stood nearby, expression somber.

"Nothing to worry about, they were unfortunate human victims. They will be handed over to the cops. Probably, murdered by someone crazy. They were dumped in our shipyard." "That's so terrible, poor humans." "Evil exists! You know it. Don't ponder on it." He said while tracing my face with his knuckles. Lucian scented my neck deeply and once he calmed down he leaned back to look deep into my eyes which were fluttering open and shut as I struggled to stay awake. His hand gently tucked stray strands of hair before moving down to caress my cheek as he whispered, "I love you." "You should, I'm fabulous," I whispered as I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Just that same impassive expression that felt like a blade to my chest. "We will hurt Agatha?" His voice finally came, firm and dark, carrying a weight of pain he didn't bother to mask. "Even though she doesn’t remember, we all know she still loves Lucien. No matter how many lifetimes she’s lived, no matter how many times she’s lost herself, she always finds her way back to him." Always him. Always Lucien.