Alpha Lucien’s POV
“Alpha Lucien.”
The deep voice echoed through the silent chamber before the heavy doors even fully opened. I didn’t have to look up, I knew who it was.
Beta Alvarick. Gracie’s father. And the one man I’d been avoiding for days.
He strode in like he owned the place, his boots thudding against the marble floor, his presence loud and heavy with frustration.
“What are you doing about Kael?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine. There was no hesitation in his tone. No respect for rank.
He wanted answers.
I slowly rose from my chair, pushing the table aside to give myself room to stand. I met his gaze, unflinching.
“I’m still searching for him,” I replied.
Alvarick’s brows furrowed. “Still?”
I remained calm, though my insides were far from it. I was tired, tired of chas
