Novel & Cerita Names Lucien Can Say

Lucien said dryly. “I know, I know. But they keep bringing me these ‘brilliant’ Omegas and Lunas. Doctors, scholars, warriors… I’m a simple man. I don't want someone who’s going to outshine me. I’m quite aware of my own limits.” He paused, then looked at me with a fake sympathy that made my skin crawl. “I suppose you didn't have to worry about that when you picked Chika, did you? It must be nice not having to compete with your mate’s intellect.”

"Hey, Lucien.” Natalia spoke. "Hello, sis Nathy.” Lucien's calm voice was heard from the other line. " I'm sorry for calling you at this time. I hope I haven't interrupted you?” Nathalia asked, she had forgotten Lucien would be in school before she called him. "You and my sister just have the habit of asking that question after you call. And we have classes now.” Lucien replied, making Nathalia curl her lips when she heard him.

Lucian nuzzled the contours of my neckline and gently brushed it. The coolness of his touch was a release to me, and I moaned involuntarily from the arousal of his soothing caress. Lucian gulped heavily, and his tail popped out to reach me, but it jerked away suddenly as if it was burnt, trying to hide the desire buried deep within him. The dazed look in his eyes vanished, and he spoke with a tinge of coldness, "Ilyra."

I continue, my voice quieter now, “that we’re supposed to be… something else.” The word sticks in my throat. But I force it out. “Mates.” The silence that follows is deafening. Lucien doesn’t react immediately. He just stands there. Still. Unreadable. And then.... He exhales slowly. When he speaks, his voice is calm. “That’s a lot of mythology,” he says. My chest tightens. “I knew you’d say that...” “Because it is,” he continues, pushing off the desk and straightening. “Ancient prophecies, hidden forces and destined unions.”

“Come out, Lucien.” Silence stretched... then boots scraped against concrete. Lucien emerged from behind a stack of decayed cargo crates, dressed in a charcoal suit that didn’t belong in a place like this. His smile, however, fit perfectly. Cold. Predatory. Eager. “Alexander,” he said with false warmth. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show.” “I’m here,” I replied. “Say what you came to say. Or die with it.” He chuckled. “Always so dramatic. No wonder Isabella fell for you. Broken men are irresistible to soft hearts.”

On the line next to it, a signature was already written in sharp, bold black ink. Lucien Knight. I stared at the name, the room suddenly spinning around me. Lucien Knight. The private, billionaire CEO everyone talked about. The one person the public tagged as heartless. Lucien….. Lucien Knight was also Jason's cousin.

"Yes?" Lucien turned his head just enough to catch Kael in his peripheral vision. A small, dangerous smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "I’ve spent my entire life in boardrooms and back alleys," Lucien said softly. "I’ve dealt with vipers, sharks, and saints. If there’s one thing I’ve developed a knack for, it’s detecting a lie. I can smell a fraud from a mile away, and I can smell a liar from across a desk."

Like it wasn’t meant to hurt—but also didn’t care if it did. “I’m not judging,” he added a second later. “Just… saying it how it is.” “Why are you here?” I asked, unable to hide the suspicion in my voice. “Did someone dare you to talk to me?” Lucien’s head finally turned. His eyes—gray-blue like storm clouds—met mine. “I’m not Loveth.” The way he said her name, like it was sour in his mouth, made something pinch in my chest. “You’re not like them,” I said before I could stop myself.

He didn’t say a word, he just looked at us like he was seeing something he couldn’t forgive. “Lucien, it’s not what you think,” I said quickly. “He was just…” “Helping you?” he asked quietly. His voice was low, calm and dangerous. “Lucien, please,” Hunter started, and stood up. “You’ve got it wrong.” Lucien turned his cold eyes to him. “Then tell me, Hunter, what exactly did I get wrong?” Hunter went silent. Lucien let out a dry laugh. “I should have known. You always had a soft spot for her.”

I say, my voice filled with venom. Lucien's expression remains unyielding. "I don't care," he says, his voice cold and detached. "You'll do as I say, and you'll stay here as my fake mate."