65: The fall of the King of Seduction
**Lucien**
In all my life, I’d never seen anyone defeat my father. But she didn’t just defeat him, she almost killed him. Whatever she was, she was powerful, unimaginably so, yet at the same time, she was so beautiful. I’d never seen such raw beauty, such power, such strength, not even in Jasmine. Then there was the matter of her touch on me and the way it healed my wounds. What was she? And what was the Legend of the Blue-eyed Alpha. She had said that she’d explain later, but I was growing impatient. I wanted to know more about her, desperately so.
Once Tristan had struck the deal with my father, she turned back toward me and I swear it felt as though I was looking at her for the very first time, and this time, I was seeing all of her. My breath caught in my throat, my heart thudded rapidly in my chest, my hands began to shake, and a strange feeling of nervousness caught hold of my stomach. I’d never before felt this way. It was an intense, overwhelming, inescapable feeling almost resembling mild sickness. But strangely enough, I liked it.
She walked up toward me and immediately the men holding me let go before bowing down to her, almost as though the deal she and Ambrose had previously made, meant nothing to them. Instead, they behaved as though she were their Alpha, and they weren’t the only exception. The entire pack now had their heads bowed over and yet, she didn’t so much as acknowledge their submission. Instead, she only acknowledged mine as I collapsed to my knees, weak from the strange feeling that consumed me. I couldn’t do anything except stare up at her in absolute awe. Slowly, she reached a hand out towards me and I took it in a heartbeat. It was warm and soft and as gentle tingles consumed my skin, the nervousness in the pit of my stomach only intensified.
“Come on, it’s time to go home.” She said softly before helping me to get to my feet. But once I was standing in front of her, I was able to get a closer look at her, and as I did, worry began to take over. She was deathly pale; her skin was covered in sweat and her lips had turned a shade of blue. It was a sudden change, a very concerning change.
“Tristan… are you okay?” I asked before touching the back of my hand to her forehead. It was scalding hot.
“I’m fine… we just need to get out of here.” She said weakly. That was when Oliver joined us. His eyes widened when he saw Tristan and then he shook his head.
“You used too much of your power Tristan. Fuck, we need to get her out of here!” He said urgently. I’d be lying if I said I knew what was going on, but I was more concerned about how sick Tristan was looking than I was about finding answers.
Tristan tried to take a step forward but wobbled and stumbled. I caught her immediately and then pulled her closer towards me before wrapping one of her arms around my shoulder. Oliver did the same and the both of us began to help her walk. However, just as we reached the edge of the pack centre, Ambrose’s sickening laughter filled the air.
“You think you both have a shot at falling in love? You think you’ll have a happy ending, Tristan? Lucien will never love you. He’s afraid of you, afraid you’ll leave him, just like Jasmine left. And so, he holds that fear in his heart, the fear of abandonment. He’ll never let it go, and he’ll never let you in. And you, Lucien, do you really think she’ll stay with you? You’re more like me than you’ll ever admit. You’re incapable of love, and once she realises that she’ll abandon you, just like she’s abandoning me.”
I wasn’t sure who he was trying to make a last jab at, me or Tristan. But when I heard his words, I realised that although he was just trying to get under our skin, to have the final word, he was right. That was why I couldn’t bring myself to love Tristan. Although I wanted to, that fear consumed me. What if I *was* incapable of love, just like my father. I’d rather be lonely than have someone abandon me again. I’d rather keep my distance, than let anyone in, in fear that they’d see the monster I really was. At least, this was what I thought, before Tristan began to speak up. She paused, shrugged off our arms and then turned back towards my father who was now clothed and had his pack gathered behind him. He wore a wicked look of satisfaction, as though he thought he’d won at least one battle for the day. But what he didn’t know was that this would be the second battle that Tristan would defeat him in.
“What a sad, heartless man you are, Ambrose. Just because you aren’t capable of love, it doesn’t mean your children aren’t. Lucien, Damon, London, they’re not monsters like you. They’re good, kind and loving. I’m more of a monster than the three of them combined. And you’re wrong, I won’t abandon your son, just like I’m not abandoning you. I’m choosing to leave you, because if I don’t, I *will* kill you. But I love Lucien, and I don’t care if he’s scared of loving me back. I will spend every moment possible at his side until he’s brave enough to love me, and even then, I won’t leave him. It’s such a shame that all you see when you look at your son is a monster like you, because I don’t-” she then turned towards me and I felt that intense feeling flood through me again, this time only intensifying, “- I see someone beautiful, someone worthy of love. I feel sorry for you Ambrose, you don’t know what real love is.”
“And you think you do?” He scoffed sourly.
She still kept her green eyes on mine as she said, “I don’t think I do. I know I do.”
And just like that, Ambrose was silenced on the matter completely. But he wasn’t the only one affected by her words. As I stared down at her, once again, seeing all of her, I finally realised what this feeling was that so intensely consumed me- love. I, Lucien Lucifer Michaels, had finally had my heart completely captured. And so, the mighty King of Seduction began to fall. He fell undeniably, irreversibly in love with the mysterious Blue-Eyed Alpha.
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