The morning sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, geometric shadows across the pristine marble floors. Elara stood in the center of the living room, a steaming mug of black coffee in her hands, looking out over the Lyon skyline.
The frantic, chaotic energy of the previous night had settled into a cold, tactical reality.
Lucian stood by the massive mahogany desk across the room, fully dressed in a sharp charcoal suit. The Beast was calm but hyper-vigilant. He was reviewing digital security feeds with Jerome, his massive shoulders tense with Alpha responsibility.
"We have a secondary perimeter established around the tower," Jerome reported, his blue eyes flicking rapidly across his tablet screen. "Bastian is running background checks on every known alias
