Chapter 98: You’re Safe Now
Lucas let out a slow breath, shaky but clearer. "You don’t think I’m cursed? Haunted?"
Trevor tilted his head down, kissing his temple once. "If you are, then I’ll be cursed right alongside you."
Another breath. This one steadier. But what followed was anything but.
"Christian was one of the worst," Lucas said, voice barely above a whisper. "Nobody came to save me. Not Caelan, not Serathine, no one."
Trevor’s entire body went still.
Lucas didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop now that the door was open.
"At twenty-one, I met him. Christian. And for a while... I thought maybe I could be happy." His voice cracked—not a sob, but something rawer. Like his ribs were splintering from the inside.
"He was kind. Gentle. He said all the right things. Touched me like I mattered. Like I was wanted. And I was so desperate to believe it. After everything Misty did—after being told I was just a body to sell—I clung to that fantasy."
Trevor’s grip on him tightened just enough to be felt. Just to say I’m here. I hear you.
Lucas went on, slower now, the words dragging themselves out like they hurt to form. "He was obsessed with having a child. I didn’t understand it at first—why he was so determined to leave me pregnant. He kept saying it would fix everything. That I owed it to him."
Trevor said nothing, but his chest had gone taut beneath Lucas’s cheek. The ache he’d been holding in check coiled tighter, sharp and metallic.
Lucas’s voice dropped. "Now... now I think he would’ve rather killed me than hand me off to Agatha. But I’m not sure. If the second part of your findings is true—if I really can change dormant alphas—then I think..."