Three weeks later, the Alpine isolation ended.
The descent into Lyon wasn’t a quiet return; it was a billionaire’s conquering procession. Supernatural genetics were terrifyingly efficient. At barely a month old, Leo was already the size of a healthy human half-year-old, his hazel eyes tracking the world with an eerie, predatory intelligence that clearly belonged to the Beast.
The armored Maybach pulled up to the subterranean garage of the glass fortress.
Lucian stepped out first. He wasn't wearing relaxed sweatpants anymore. He was back in his ruthless, bespoke black three-piece suit. Strapped to his massive, heavily muscled chest was a high-tech tactical baby carrier. The visual contrast of the terrifying Beast of Lyon acting as a human shield for the tiny, dark-haired infant was sta
