Romans & histoires The Beginning After The End Lucas

He said that he cared for her and that made things a lot harder for her than before. She felt trapped between fire and a molten rock and as far as she had pushed him to the back of her mind he had came in blazing force. *** Lucas left Jessica’s apartment and drove to his place; instructing Emilio and Brant to it at her apartment, but make themselves invisible in case Adrian showed up. He entered his condo and made a beeline to his mini bar, pouring himself a glass of dry Scotch and downed it in one gulp. He poured himself another and contemplated the view he had of the city.

For the first time… He did not reach for it again. He leaned back and closed his eyes. And unexpectedly… His thoughts did not go to Adriana. They went to the dining table. To the quiet voice. To the woman who said— “I am trying.” Lucas opened his eyes again slowly. His chest felt… heavy. Not in a painful way. But in a confusing way. Because now… He was starting to feel something he had not expected. Not love. Not yet. But something close to understanding. And that… Was dangerous in its own way.

Magic crackled across the field in blinding arcs. Lucian slammed Luca into a stone, cracking it in half, but Luca vanished into the shadows and reappeared behind him, slicing across Lucian’s back. Lucian hissed, spun, grabbed his arm—and snapped it. “AHH—!” Luca howled, jerking back. Lucian’s chest heaved, blood trickling from a slash on his neck. But his eyes were deadly calm. “This ends now.” Luca gritted his teeth, resetting the broken bone with a growl. “You’re going to kill me again, huh? Like last time?”

For a few moments, neither of them spoke. The only sound in the room was Eric's steady breathing. Finally, Dr. Carter broke the silence. "Lucas..." "When did you first meet Eric?" Lucas thought for a moment. "About two weeks ago." "The old gym building." "He was..." Lucas hesitated, remembering the terrifying scene. "...acting strangely." Dr. Carter nodded. "The day his first rut began." Lucas looked at her in surprise. "So... that's what happened?" "Yes." She folded her hands neatly on her lap.

I tried to joke, but once again, I was met with harsh glares. "Don’t even think about it. You and us will never be the same," Alpha Welsh remarked, his lips curling in clear disdain, “you are weak and dependent and we are royals.” "Brother is here," Lydia announced, her voice shifting instantly. Everyone suddenly looked hopeful. I hurried to the door to welcome him. He stormed inside, bumping into my shoulder. Outside, the RV he had brought was parked out on the open road. "Babe, what’s going on? Is the world really ending?" I asked, rushing after him.

Don Lucio asked. “Yes, it is tolerable,” Lucas replied before pouring another glass. “Great. Goodbye, Lucas. Do your best there and give us a grandchild soon,” Don Lucio said before ending the call abruptly. Lucas stared in disbelief. So that is it. He just needed a wine tester and then threw the grandchild issue again as if it were nothing. Since the bottle was already open, Lucas decided to finish it so it would not go to waste. He returned to the bedroom carrying the bottle and sat beside Rhea, who was still focused on the movie. He drank quietly until a strange wave of heat spread through his body.

he began, “was what I did. Getting in the way. But it was more than that. I held onto something that was never mine because I thought I deserved you.” I listened, letting him speak. His voice wasn’t bitter, just honest. “You don’t need to carry that anymore,” I said softly. “I know,” he replied. “I’m letting go now.” A peaceful silence stretched between us. Lucas gave a faint smile. “I guess this is the end of the sin between us.” I smiled back, truly, deeply. “Yeah. It is.” Later, I stood at the edge of the clearing, champagne glass in hand. The garden glowed not just from the lights above, but from the joy pulsing in every laugh, every smile.

“Something’s not quite finished. Victor is gone, but… I don’t think the war is over.” Lucas overheard their conversation, glancing at Elena. She didn’t say anything, but he could see that she shared the same feeling. Something wasn’t finished. Not yet. That night, as they made camp near a stream, the full weight of what they had just done began to sink in. The world had been changed, but what would come next?

Luna watched Lucas's back as they got out of the car. She had indeed returned home with Lucas after the fansign event. During the drive, Lucas remained silent, enveloped in a cold aura. Luna felt that there was something wrong with her. As they entered the main door of Lucas's mansion, he walked ahead of Luna. She observed him, her eyes fixed on his retreating figure. "I should be the one angry," Luna muttered, glaring at Lucas. She then took a deep breath and took wide steps to catch up with him.

"Yes..." I caught one last glimpse of his truck and sighed, already missing him. I awoke in the middle of the night, still enveloped in his embrace, my skin damp with the memory. But even his tight hold and the lingering warmth of his body couldn't dispel the haunting feeling that clung to me. Those had been Lucas's final words, uttered moments before he exited his vehicle on that fateful, dark night. Five minutes later, he was ruthlessly murdered, leaving behind no further clues. I rubbed my eyes, uncertain about my decision to withhold my recollections from Rafael.