Luca POV
The night after the summit feast was the worst.
Too many Alphas.
Too many agendas.
Too many eyes were watching the triplets as if they were weapons rather than sons.
By the time the final toast ended and the last Alpha bowed himself out of the royal wing, Luca’s head throbbed from tension. His skin felt too tight around his bones, his instincts stretched thin from hours of smiling, nodding, and pretending politics didn’t make him feel caged.
He dismissed the guards at his door, stripped off his ceremonial jacket, and let himself fall backward onto the bed with a heavy exhale.
That’s when it hit him.
A pulse—sharp, electric, and violent—dragging straight through his chest.
His breath caught.
His heart stuttered.
His wolf, Morakai, snapped awake with a snarl that reverber
