Chapter 6: The wolf's choice
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Lucian POV
Muffled voices floated around me.
At first they were distant, like echoes trapped underwater. Slowly they grew clearer.
A harsh white light cut across my face.
My eyes fluttered open. Everything looked too bright and too sharp.
My vision blurred, and a relentless ache pulsed inside my skull. It felt like something in my head had been shattered and then pieced back together.
The air in my lungs felt thick. Each of my breath slow and painful.
Sounds overlapped around me. Footsteps, whispers, the steady hum of machines. For a moment I couldn’t understand where I was.
Or how I got here.
“Lucian?”
A familiar voice broke through my thoughts.
I turned my head slowly.
Diane.
The pack doctor….my sister
Relief washed across her face the moment she saw my eyes open.
Diane stood beside the bed, her brows drawn together in worry. She hung her white clothes loosely over her shoulders, a medical tablet clutched in her hand.
“Finally,” she muttered under her breath.
I groaned softly and pushed myself upright.
My head ached instantly.
“Easy,” Diane said quickly, pressing a hand against my shoulder to steady me.
“What… happened?” My voice came out rough.
She exhaled slowly.
“You collapsed.”
The word didn’t make sense.
I frowned.
“Collapsed?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “Right in the middle of the street.”
My memory felt fractured, broken pieces scattered through my mind.
“That’s impossible,” I muttered. “Werewolves don’t just collapse.”
“How long” I asked
She turned her head away briefly.
“A week.” she answered.
The words hit like a punch.
“A week?”
“You’ve been unconscious for seven days,” she said. “Your wolf kept trying to heal whatever happened inside you.”
I pressed the side of my head, hoping the ache would ease.
“That still doesn’t explain why.” Diane studied me carefully.
“Your wolf was extremely unstable when they brought you in,” she said quietly.
That made my chest tighten.
“What triggered it?” she asked
I closed my eyes, forcing my mind to go back.
Fragments of memory began to surface.
A dark street.
A frightened face.
Blue eyes.
“There was a woman,” I said slowly.
Diane tilted her head.
“A woman?” she asked
“Yes.”
The memory sharpened.
“I grabbed her hands.” My fingers curled into the blanket. “And something happened.”
“What do you mean?”
“A spark,” I said quietly. “Like electricity running through my entire body, it did something to my wolf”
Diane’s expression darkened, “That’s when you collapsed?”
“Yes, “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Before Diane could respond, the door opened and heavy footsteps entered the room.
Diane straightened immediately.
Alpha Azriel.
Our father’s presence filled the room like a storm, his sharp eyes moved from Diane to me.
“So,” he said coldly, “you’re awake.”
Diane stepped outside respectfully after our father signal her.
Azriel approached the bed slowly, studying me like he was looking for weakness.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Like someone cracked my skull open,” I muttered.
My fingers moved slowly to the back of my neck, even through the bandage, I could feel it.
The mark
Alpha Azriel’s eyes followed the movement immediately. His gaze darkened as he studied the bandage wrapped around my neck.
“Your mark appeared,” he said, “that only happens when a wolf surfaces fully, now tell me something, Lucian.”
His voice was calm, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.
“why would a prince be lying in a dark alley almost lifeless”
For a moment, I said nothing. Then I spilled it out.
“There was a woman, I..I touched her and….”
“A woman, ? “what do you mean”
“yes a woman” I answered “I touched her, and she ….stirred up my wolf”
Before my father could say another word, I spoke.
“She was human.” The words came out quieter than I expected.
He didn’t move but the tension in the room shifted instantly. His eyes slowly lifted to meet mine
“And you knew that,” he said.
It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
A long silence followed.
“You still interfered,” he said finally.
“I was protecting her.”
His expression hardened. “From what?”
“My wolf.”
That answer seemed to catch his attention.
“You fought it ?”
“I restrained him"
He studied me carefully now, like he was trying to understand something deeper.
“You know the law,” he said slowly.
“I do.” I answered
“Werewolves do not involve themselves with humans.”
“I know.”
He shifted slightly and walked once across the room, his hands locked behind him.
Then he stopped.
“There is something that does not make sense,” he said.
His voice had grown quieter, more thoughtful.
“Humans do not trigger that kind of reaction from a wolf.”
The truth was in the back of my mind, impossible to ignore.
Mate.
The voice from that night echoed faintly in my memory.
But I stayed silent.
My father watched my face for a moment longer before speaking again.
“Your wolf has been without a mate for too long,” he said. “It’s restless.”
His gaze dropped briefly to my neck, “And now it is trying to claim one.”
I didn’t answer.
Because even as he said it, something inside me knew it wasn’t that simple.
He folded his arms behind his back again. “You’re running out of time.”
I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” His voice hardened, “You have less than two weeks to present a Luna to the Moon Goddess.”
The reminder sat heavily in my chest.
Two weeks.
The message was clear.
If I failed…. The title could disappear just as easily.
He turned toward the door, but before leaving, he paused.
“One mistake can destroy an Alpha before he even rises.”
He glanced at me one last time. “Do not let a human girl become that mistake.”
Then he stepped out.
The door shut quietly behind him and silence filled the room.
For a few seconds, I simply sat there, staring at the wall.
Mate.
The voice echoed again.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. How can a human be my mate? I asked myself.
Impossible.
I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t explain it.
But despite everything, the warnings, the danger, the rules burned into my blood, I still wanted to see her.
It was more than curiosity.
More than attraction.
It felt like a pull deep inside my chest, sharp and constant, as if something had reached into me and claimed a place it had always owned.
I felt connected to her in a way that made no sense, as though she had been a part of me long before that night.
The desire was unfamiliar and unsettling. Not the kind that fades with reason or time.
It was heavier.
Darker.
And it frightened me how badly I wanted her anyway.
I leaned back against the bed, staring at the ceiling.
A human ? Impossible.
Yet the memory of her blue eyes refused to fade.
The spark.
The way my wolf had surged the moment I touched her.
My fingers moved unconsciously to the back of my neck, brushing against the bandage.
The mark
Mate.
The word echoed faintly in my mind, refusing to disappear.
I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly. Because no matter how many times I told myself it was impossible…
My wolf had already made its choice.
And somehow…..
it had chosen a human.
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