The morning air was sharp, crisp with the tang of pine and threaded with something ancient, something wilder.
Anana entered the courtyard, her steps slowing as her gaze found him, Lucien. He was already mounted on a powerful black stallion. He looked like he was carved from the shadows and steel.
His hunting gear molded to his frame, like a second skin, every detail of him radiating like the untouchable Alpha he was. Shadows curled beneath his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept, but his presence remained unshakable and dominant, like a storm that refused to be calm.
Anana’s breath caught in her throat as Lucien’s eyes locked onto hers.
He looked at her briefly, his eyes wandering as to how well the outfit complemented Anana’s body, but he didn't mutter a word, he just gave a firm, silent nod
