Lucien’s Pov
Arnaud and I strolled towards the library, we didn't say much to each other.
As we entered the building, the familiar scent of old paper and leather book covers filled the air. We moved through the half opened doors, the fragile murmur of calmed dialogues and the mix of turning pages were the only sounds breaking the quiet.
Arnaud moved closer, his voice low but audible. “I’ll clear the library, Alpha. We require silence for this. You can’t work with distractions.”
I inclined back in my chair, settling him with a consistent look. “No.”
His forehead wrinkled, vulnerability blazing in his eyes. “But, Lucien, this can be important—”
I cut him off. “Important enough to do without disturbing the pack. Let them stay.”
“They’ll overhear,” he squeezed, his tone more honed prese
