Luka And Adrien Novels & Stories

Tired. “Because you tried.” Before I could blink, he kissed me. Soft. Desperate. Warm. His hand curled into my shirt. I froze. For a second—just a second—I almost kissed him back. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I pulled away. “Adrien,” I said, gently gripping his wrist. “You’re grieving.” “I know.” “You’re not thinking clearly.” “I am.” His voice cracked. “I am thinking clearly. I just—please, Luca—please. I need something that doesn’t hurt.”

“That is not the same thing.” “No,” Adrian said. “It is not.” Lucas stepped back. His shoulder brushed the cold glass behind him. “You tell me when to wake, when to dress, when to speak, when to stand beside you. Now you want to tell me what name belongs to me?” Adrian’s eyes returned to him. The words had struck something. Lucas saw the crack in that perfect control, small but real. “You are Lucas Bennett,” Adrian said. “Am I?” Adrian did not answer quickly enough.

Hardly had I sat down when they all rushed towards me to ask me questions. "So, you and Adrian are officially a thing now? Are you going to be our Luna now? Oh my goddess, have you guys done the dirty already?" The last question came from Avianca and we all looked at her. "What?? It can't be only Lyla and I that will be doing the dirty", she shrugged. "Wait, you found your mate?" I asked and she nodded. "Yes, I did. I found her the night of my coming of age", her cheeks turned red and I laughed lightly at her. "Yeah, Warrior Lucy is her mate", Lotana chipped in and I nodded.

“You think showing up here is some kind of power move? Because it’s not working.” His smirk widened. “Whatever you say, nightfang.” I was about to say something else when Eli cleared his throat, drawing both our attention back to him. “Some of us are trying to eat in peace here.” He said with a frown. Lucas kept his attention glued onto me as he glared into my soul. “Tell me the truth Adrian. Are you sure you hate me or do you just hate the fact that you can't beat me?” My wolf bristled, pushing against my control. He had made it mad.“Careful, Rayne.”