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the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

Lucius declared, glaring at him. “Obsessive much, well I guess I will stick with my other plan” he said and stood up. Lucius then decided to pull the trigger at him at that moment but he couldn’t because he felt a small pain in his right leg and his eyes turned blurry. His legs gave away and he fell on the floor and the last thing he saw was Bratva's shoe coming toward him before he blacked out completely. The Bratva looked at the unconscious Lucius and smiled, he had always heard about the infamous first son of Juventus who was as ruthless and dangerous as his mother but he never got to meet him.

"But‍ I’m not the same woman she met five months ago." Lucien‌ let ou‍t a low, d‌ark c⁠huckle. He straightened up, adjust‌ing his cufflinks with an e‌ffortless elegance. "No⁠. You‍’re much more d⁠angerous‍ now. You’re a Blackwood." H‌e checked his watch, a heavy, platinum pie⁠ce that gli‍nted in th‌e light. "The car is waiting," he said, his expression hardening into the 'Dark Lord' mask that terrified the world.‌

Lyla had downed the contents of hers, but mine still had some lemonade left, so I gulped it down and walked to the kitchen with quick strides. The voices grew louder as I approached the kitchen door. I silently reprimanded myself for what I was about to do, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. My pace slowed once I was a few paces away from the entrance, and I could hear clearly. “We should’ve finished him off,” an unfamiliar voice said, and someone else scoffed. “Easy for you to say. You weren’t there to watch him tear into the others. We clearly underestimated him, which is ironic because he is Lucian Blackthorn. I mean, what were we expecting?” their companion replied, and I froze.

A low, dangerous voice cut through the night. “Lucian.” I froze. Lucian went rigid behind me, but he didn’t pull out. He couldn’t—his knot still held us together. Over my shoulder I saw him. Older. Taller. The same dark hair shot through with silver at the temples. The same sharp jaw, only harder. Eyes that glowed faintly in the dark as they locked onto the place where his son was still buried inside me. Adrian Blackthorne. Lucian’s father.

“Why are you crying, mom?” “I was scared..” I said, Luke hugged us back. I found Brutus watching us for a while and left from there. I was relieved, He was too close to the truth. Later, at the Crescent Moon pack’s guest house, Carter rested. His breathing even at last. I stepped outside with Luke, the night air cool against my flushed skin. “Alpha Luke, I want to say something.” I hesitated. He stared at my face curiously. “I need to tell you something. Brutus… he thinks Carter is your son.”

The first was close now, close enough that she could see he was hard already, and he was reaching for her, that disgusting smile still on his face… “Gentlemen.” Everyone turned at the sound of the voice. Eveline almost slumped to the ground in relief as Lucian appeared from the shadows near the parking area. He wore a black shirt that blended into the night and his hands were tucked into the pockets of his black pants, looking every bit the composed neurosurgeon even in casual clothes. Even without fangs or glowing eyes, everyone there could feel his rank, his power… Especially the four boys who stiffened.

With a sharp breath, he cast one last glance toward Elena’s house— then spurred his horse after the Lycan King and rode into the dark forest. … After Lucien and the hunting party disappeared into the forest... Lily Minera summoned one of her servants and ordered someone brought before her. Cairis. “Lady Luna Blackthorn… may I ask why you summoned me to your residence, my Lady?” Cairis lowered her head deeply in respect. Now that Lily Minera had become Luna Blackthorn, she was the second most powerful figure in the entire pack.

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?