The afternoon had been calm—or at least it had been until I heard the sound of the front door opening. My body tensed immediately, and the familiar scent that filled the house confirmed my suspicions before I even saw him.
Lucian.
I pushed my wheelchair into the hallway and found him standing in the entryway, exuding his usual Alpha presence, as if the weight of the world could never touch him. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, and though his expression was neutral, his eyes lingered on me for a moment, assessing me.
"Lucian," I said, keeping my voice as cold as I could. "What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see how you’re doing," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "And to make sure the house modifications are working well for you."
Liar.
"They’re perfect, thanks,"
