Chapter 22: The Wrecked Beast
(Lysander's POV)
"Young Alpha Lysander..."
The mechanic's face turned pale as he surveyed the mangled motorcycle. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he struggled to find his words.
"I'm not sure if this is fixable. The damage is... extensive." His voice trembled slightly.
I stared at the wreckage of my prized possession, frustration building within me. The Ducati D16RR had been reduced to little more than twisted metal and broken parts.
"Perhaps a replacement would be more sensible," the mechanic suggested, his eyes avoiding mine. "This level of damage—"
"I don't want a replacement," I cut him off sharply. "I want this one fixed."
My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, responding to my rising irritation. This wasn't just any motorcyc
