Lucas' POV
I look at the mirror on the far wall, cracked from when I’d thrown something earlier. My reflection stares back at me—wild, bloodshot eyes, blood smeared across my face and hands. I barely recognize myself anymore. Who the hell am I without her?
I’d worked years to keep my beast under control. I’d gotten to where I was, but now, all it takes is one woman to unravel everything. How much power does she have over me?
I walk over to the mirror, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles are white. Every time I look at myself, I feel disgust. Weak. Pathetic. I’m supposed to be a king, in control of my beast. Yet, it feels like where Elara is involved, I loose it.
"I never needed her," I mutter, trying to convince myself. "She’s nothing. Just a pawn in this game. I’ll find her, and then I’ll be done with her. I just want my miracle baby."