LUCIAN
I’d saved her.
Again.
Killian Stormwood was a cunning bastard, and dealing with men like him required patience—not frowning. So, I didn’t. When his men walked into the pack house, most of my staff scattered.
There was no need for introductions. Everyone knew exactly who had arrived. Killian’s gammas stood out in their usual black overalls and heavy dragon-age boots that looked like they could crush bone without effort.
Seriously, overalls?
And then there were the worst kind—the ones who walked in smiling.
Killian was one of them. A f*****g clown.
So, when I stepped out of the grand pack house and found him standing on the pathway like he owned the damn place, his men pretending to be calm—like they weren’t about to forcefully drag Aria away—I smirked. Not the polite, politi
