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"Why apologize now, after everything?" Lucian's gaze, still tinged with a shadow of regret, met mine. It was a moment of vulnerability that seemed to defy the constraints of our past interactions. "Because," he began, his voice laced with a mixture of weariness and resignation, "I have come to realize that my anger towards you is misplaced. You are not your father, and it is unfair for me to burden you with the weight of his transgressions."

But it doesn’t mean that I would keep tolerating this kind of attitude from anyone. After spending almost two days in the library and old archives, I was able to collect some useful clues. Hopefully this would end my son’s painful sufferings and free me from this labyrinth of secrets, betrayals and ambitious greed. “Total 120 raps, it wasn’t bad.” Lucian’s voice startled me. I looked up, through my heavy breathing and sweat beads dripping from my forehead, I saw him leaning against the pillar, a towel hung around his neck. His upper body was bare and strong built muscles were at display.

“I put Carmen and my unborn niece or nephew on a plane. And someone tried to turn that journey into a funeral march. Someone tried to turn a celebration of life into a coffin.” ​Lucian’s voice cracked then, the sound of a man who had reached his absolute limit. “I almost lost her today.” ​I looked at him. For the first time since the attack, the mask of the stoic partner finally broke. ​“I felt her shaking in my arms,” Lucian continued.............

Then again, it’s like saying that I regret having Lucian in my life. Which I’ve never ever regretted in my life. Without Lucian, I wouldn’t have kept going after the rejection. His kicks in my belly, his smiles and laughter, everything about him drove me to keep living and striving for a better life. It was through him that I found out rejection was not the end of a werewolf’s life. Sure, a rejected werewolf could turn insane and feral to the point killing oneself. Still, as long as that werewolf had something so precious that he or she would deeply regret ending their lives, everything was going to be eventually alright.

“Aren’t you?” “No.” Lucien stepped closer, his voice lowering. “I’m here to remind you what happens to men who mistake nostalgia for power.” Santiago’s jaw tightened. “You think the past gives you weight in this world,” Lucien continued. “But it doesn’t. It makes you slow. Sentimental. And when men like you hold onto ghosts, they forget how easily the living can slit their throats.” A flicker of something passed through Santiago’s eyes, rage or fear, Lucien wasn’t sure. But he recognized the shift. The first crack.

“I don’t know, Henry. She just…she just makes everything feel heavy. Like I can’t breathe.” Henry’s quiet sigh followed. “You’re talking about Jennifer, right?” Silence. Then Lucian spoke again, so softly I had to strain to hear. “I keep thinking about Eloise. About Max. I keep wondering if… if I’d just tried harder, if I didn’t listen to Jennifer. If I’d just stayed. Maybe none of this would have happened.” My nails dug into my palm so hard I felt skin break. Henry chuckled dryly. “Man, you fucked that up, Lucian. You know that, right? But it’s never too late to try. As for Jennifer…be careful. She’s…she’s not Eloise.”

“And what would that be?” “My life has no value, so it doesn’t matter what happens.” I had the existence of a ghost. Most of the time, I had no purpose on this earth. I just wandered through the hallways, my feet barely making a tap against the hardwood floor. Even when Lucian wanted me, I was still dead inside. I’d subjected myself to this misery to save someone I loved—but they betrayed me. That was the worst part of this nightmare. I’d traded in my future, the chance to fall in love and have a family, to save someone who never really loved me. That regret hurt most of all.

Lucian struggled and shouted, then looked up at me. “Eva, I know I was wrong. My mother is dead, and I’ve been punished. I’ve lost everything now—I only have you left. “Can we start over? I swear I’ll treat you well from now on! I’ll listen to you in everything!” Everyone around us watched the scene unfold, camera flashes flickering nonstop. I stopped walking. “Lucian, you misunderstood two things. “First, your seven years meant nothing to me. They were a waste—worse than waste, a stain on my life.

I ignored the pain I felt with each leg I took till I got up there, I had never in my life persuaded someone, no I have never even advised someone before but Arianna close to the edge of the roof break my heart, seeing her struggling to make a choice hurt me, "Why would someone with parents wish to end their lives? I always had this thought that no one can live the hell that I have endured but look at her, even with money and parent she still feels empty. ******************************* Lucian POV I left the bed very early before she stir and woke up from her sleep, I know am always rather grumpy than jolly but today I could tell it was different, I was having a very bad feeling, I was eithe

His gaze stayed locked on the road, as if he needed a few seconds to organize what he was about to say. “It’s just that.” Lucian began, his voice lower, almost reluctant. “I just wanted to understand your friend, you know? I wanted to understand how she feels about me. Because, frankly…” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I'm paying for all my past sins with women at Kate’s hands.” I watched his profile closely, noticing how his hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel and how sweat began to appear on his forehead despite the air conditioning.