Chapter 51

Xandar’s heart cracked at the words ‘sad by myself’. When she started pulling up her covers and was

about to slip the rest of her body under the sheets, he lifted her body up and placed her on his lap. After

guiding her head to his chest, he muttered, “You don’t have to be sad by yourself, Lucy. You can be sad

with me. We’ll get through this together. I love you, baby. It’s okay for you to break down in front of me.

Please stop trying to hold everything back. Let it all out. Let it all out with me.”

Lucianne couldn’t hold back any longer. She broke down with an anguished cry, and sobbed and sniffled

in Xandar’s chest as she let the feelings of lack and unworthiness flow through her. Without allowing

these emotions to pass through her being, she would never be free. The sensations would just build up

and make her uncomfortable and drained.

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Xandar stroked her hand and shoulder as he continued letting her cry into his chest, drenching a part of

his shirt. His heart ached at the increasing wetness. Every sniffle and sob felt like a stab to his heart. His

animal was not helping when it broke down in tears at the scene as well. 1

Unworthy and insecure. Xandar thought about what she said. After knowing about her past, i t was not

surprising to learn that she felt that way. And he wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or devastated by the

fact that she no longer had a tendency to be jealous.

Life has thrown so many instances her way to trigger that rage within her that she was now able to

ignore that feeling altogether. She would rather walk away in hurt than allow jealousy to make her fight

against someone to get someone else. This thought pained Xandar. His beautiful and selfless mate had

been through so much. Yet it seems that such things never

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Even when she had stopped crying, he continued to hold her and stroke her lovingly. None of them said

a word to each other. Suddenly, Lucianne sat upright on his lap. He was about to ask how she was

feeling but when he saw her reddened eyes glaze over, he fell silent and continued holding her as he

waited.

Juan was mind-linking his sister, ‘Lucy, how are you, really?’

‘I’m fine now. Xandar’s here. He made me cry everything out with him. I’m okay now. Don’t worry.‘

There was a pause before Juan linked a response, ‘He’s good to you, Lucy. There’s no reason t o

question his loyalty. There’s no need to feel insecure.’

He knew her so well. She was quiet for a moment before she linked, ‘I guess that’s true. I just… get so

frustrated that I’m never able to not feel this, to not feel… unworthy’

‘You are worthy, Lucy. We all see it. You have no idea the impact you have on the lives of everyone you

meet. So much so that we would kill for you. You saw everyone tonight. We

were ready to murder three people just to keep you. All of us would’ve done it without hesitation,

especially your mate. Those three wouldn’t have left the room alive tonight had you not stopped us, had

you not stopped him.’

‘What happened tonight with everyone growling was definitely…unexpected.’

Juan scoffed, ‘For you, maybe. But not for the rest of us. You‘re worth more than you know, Lucy.”

‘Why do I still feel like this sometimes? Why doesn’t it ever go away?’

“Give yourself time, Lucy. You’ve been through more than anyone we know. Let him be there for you.’

‘It’s not like he’s going to let me shut him out anyway. He practically forced me to let him

sleep on my couch tonight when he saw through the front I was putting up.’

Juan chuckled, “That’s good. I’ll bring some clothes over for him in a few minutes.’

‘And Juan…thank you for not mentioning anything at dinner. You saw through me, too. But you didn’t say

anything. Thank you.’

Juan chuckled again before he linked back, ‘Anything for my little sister. I’ll see you in a bit.’

Lucianne ended the mind-link. Xandar’s concerned gaze fell on her when she explained in a much

steadier voice, “That was just Juan checking up on me. I told him that you were staying the night so he’s

coming down in a moment with some clothes for you to change.”

When she climbed out of his lap, he held her arms and asked frantically, “Where are you going?” Was

she avoiding him again?

She simply said, “The bathroom. I want to wash off the tear stains before Juan gets here. I don’t want

him to worry about me any more than he already is.”

Xandar still refused to release her as he said firmly, “You do know that I’m okay with worrying about you,

don’t you? You don’t have to mask anything to stop me from worrying about you, Lucy. I hope you know

that.”

Her lips managed a slight upward curl and she nodded before saying, “I know. Thank you.” Xandar was

relieved to hear those words coming out of her mouth, and kissed the back of her hands before letting

her go to the bathroom sink.

He watched as she splashed cold water on her face. Xandar was only brought out of daze when he

heard a knock on the door. He got up to open it, and Juan was standing there with a folded set of shirt

and pants.

As he was handing over the clothes, Juan asked Xandar in a hushed voice, “How is she?”

Xandar accepted the clothes, and pondered for a moment before he frowned and muttered,“ Just

because she’s strong it doesn’t mean she deserves to go through these emotional turmoils. Why does

life give someone like her so much to deal with?”

Juan smiled sadly and whispered, not wanting Lucianne to hear them, “You have no idea how many of

us want to know the answer to that question, your Highness.”

Lucianne came to the door as soon as Juan finished saying that. He offered her a hug. They held each

other for only a short moment before bidding each other goodnight.

Xandar changed in the bathroom, and tucked Lucianne into bed after that. He kissed her on her forehead

before whispering a firm and clear ‘I love you’ into her ear. When she muttered a soft ‘I know’, he smiled

and pecked a kiss on her cheek.

Relief washed over him and his Lycan. He went to the couch and fell asleep as soon as he saw

Lucianne’s own eyelids fall in the dark.

In a bar, Livia slammed her phone on the counter table after speaking to her aunt. On the high chair next

to her, Sasha’s hopeful eyes turned dark. Livia didn’t have to say anything. Her reaction pretty much told

Sasha the gist of what she wanted to know.