Chapter Sixty-Eight – Paranormal Realm 66
There was a war coming. Had been a war coming in that previous timeline. And the four of them bonded to one omega had been part of something larger than any individual bond.
Which meant this timeline was heading toward the same thing.
And Rowan was at the center of it again.
Lucian looked out at his gardens, at the boring, beautiful, carefully maintained space he had been staring at for over a century.
He had spent one hundred and twelve years sitting still.
He had been content with it. Had told himself the world outside these walls wasn't worth the effort.
But that had been before he remembered.
Before he knew what he had failed to do the first time.
Before he understood that he had been given something rare and valuable and had wasted it through inaction and misplaced trust and the particular kind of blindness that came from believing the wrong person's version of the truth.
"Not this time," he said quietly.
