Lucian
The moment we touched down on Steel Corp’s helipad, I called Jennifer Clearwater and asked her to prepare something for Darian, Denis, and me. Her voice on the other end was tight, uneasy.
“Alpha…” she said, hesitant. I picked up on the fear immediately.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, already feeling the edges of my calm fray. “Is my wife okay?”
“Yes, Alpha. Luna Mara is fine. But… please, Alpha, call her.”
She didn’t elaborate. That was unlike Jennifer. Something had definitely happened.
I ended the call and immediately dialed Mara. It was close to midnight—I just hoped she was awake.
“Hello?” a female voice answered.
It wasn’t Mara.
“Who is this?” I demanded, my tone sharper than I intended.
“It’s Tiffany. Please hold—she’s in the bathroom.”
The tension in my chest eased a bi
