Luna’s POV
The library was darker than I expected, its towering shelves casting long shadows across the wooden floors, as if every book had a secret to keep. It smelled of dust, ink, and history. The scent of power clung to the air, dense and heavy, as if it belonged to no one but him.
Alpha Luca stood near the tall window, back facing me, hands clasped behind him like he had all the time in the world. But I could feel the tension rolling off his broad shoulders like waves slamming against jagged cliffs. He wasn’t calm—he was calculating.
He finally turned around.
“Now,” he said, his voice smooth but coiled like a whip. “Tell me, what is your purpose here, girl?”
That word—girl—hit a nerve. But I swallowed it down. I came with a reason, not for a fight. Not yet.
My gaze met his, unfl
