The morning sun crept over the Lyon skyline, casting long, golden beams across the penthouse bedroom.
Elara woke with a heavy, aching stiffness in her chest. For a fleeting second, the warmth of the silk sheets and the heavy, protective weight of Lucian’s arm draped over her waist made her think the previous night had been a nightmare.
Then, the memory of David Corvis’s bruised face in the warehouse hit her. Arthur Vance. Director of Unit 7.
She inhaled sharply, her heart stuttering.
Instantly, the heavy arm around her tightened. Lucian hadn't been asleep. The Alpha shifted, rolling onto his side to pull her flush against his bare chest. His amber eyes were wide awake, swirling with a fiercely protective light.
"I'm here," Lucian murmured, his deep voice vibrating against her spin
