Chapter 9. A Grand Gathering

Lucian’s POV

I snatched the vase from the table and flung it forcefully against the wall of my study. With a frustrated sigh, I shut my eyes tightly.

My patience is wearing thin; I can sense my temperament growing more vulnerable with each passing day. I’m struggling to figure out what’s happening to me. It’s like I’m yearning for something, an unquenchable longing that I can’t quite define. A deep hunger gnaws at me, consuming my reason entirely. It surrounds me in the blazing heat, melting away any shreds of sanity.

“Sire, you must compose yourself,” Frank, my butler, reminded me.

I let out a growl as I grabbed my own hair, sensing the heat radiating from my body. Anything within hand’s reach on the table turned into my weapon, thrown around without care. I kicked the table, making the office tremble while the glass shattered. Fortunately, the room was soundproofed, keeping the outside world unaware of the turmoil unfolding inside.

I took a moment