Chapter 366\u00a0<\/p>\n
Author\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlpha, the East District property transfer is complete\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
35%\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke approached the sleek black vehicle with a folder in hand and a proud smile on his face-only for his words to die abruptly in his throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because what he saw made his brain freeze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was his notoriously cold and untouchable Alpha, Lucien Duskgrave, pinning a girl to the hood of the car in a rather scandalous position.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The girl wasn\u2019t just any girl either-her cheeks were flushed like ripe peaches, her breathing ragged, lashes fluttering against damp skin. Her soft hands, clearly driven by the drug coursing through her, fumbled clumsily at Lucien\u2019s chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then came a rip.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A button popped off and rolled onto the pavement. The front of Lucien\u2019s shirt tore open, revealing a chiseled, toned chest bathed in moonlight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke stood frozen, eyes bulging, mouth open in a perfect \u201cO,\u201d expression stunned beyond recognition.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His thoughts raced. Boss? The same Alpha who was practically celibate, who didn\u2019t even flinch when courted by she-wolves from noble lineages? The same Lucien Duskgrave who\u2019s immune to feminine wiles is now\u2026 doing this\u2026 in public?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, another thought struck him like a lightning bolt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Matriarch!\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s grandmother had been worrying herself into old age over his love life. She even sent Duke on a mission to \u201cfind him someone decent.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now\u2026 this?! This was divine intervention. A live-action romance blooming on the hood of a luxury car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Quick as a fox, Duke whipped out his phone, snapped a photo with a swift click, and sent it straight to the Matriarch. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019s going to be thrilled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as he was relishing the idea of becoming the family hero, Lucien\u2019s sharp glare sliced through the moment. Without a word, the Alpha delivered a precise controlled chop to the back of the girl\u2019s neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley, the writhing, drugged young woman, slumped into his arms and went limp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke\u2019s smirk vanished. His hopes crumbled into dust.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wait\u2026 what?!\u00a0<\/p>\n
This wasn\u2019t how these things went in all the Alpha romance novels he\u2019d read. Wasn\u2019t this the part where the Alpha carried her into the backseat with burning eyes and growled, \u201cYou\u2019re mine\u201d?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why did Lucien always ruin good narrative flow?\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/24\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tue,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 366\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke blinked slowly, confused, until Lucien shot him alat look. \u201cSeen enough?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
35%\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jolted back to reality, Duke coughed awkwardly and stepped forward. He was just about to begin reporting the transaction details when his eyes landed on Riley\u2019s unconscious face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWait\u2026 her?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien arched an eyebrow. \u201cYou know her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s the girl who stitched the peony into your suit, Alpha,\u201d Duke said, a hint of surprise still in his voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Understanding flickered in Lucien\u2019s eyes. \u201cSo it\u2019s her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His gaze lingered on the delicate features of the unconscious woman in his arms. A strange feeling settled in his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The East District project was critical for his expansion into the Ebonclaw-dominated trade lines. His appearance tonight had to be impeccable-which was why that particular custom suit had been prepared for weeks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only, a week ago, a small burn had appeared mysteriously near the chest seam. It had clearly been sabotage, likely from one of the rival Packs that feared Stormridge\u2019s influence spreading into the city.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019d sent the suit for repair, not expecting much. That embroidery\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
The peony that had replaced the damage was exquisite. The craftsmanship was rare, elite-reminiscent of a masterpiece he\u2019d once spent thirty million on at an auction: a silk tapestry called Longevity in Pines and Cranes. It had been a birthday gift for his grandmother, who still treasured it above all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019d tried to acquire more from the same artist, only to learn there were only two surviving works by that mysterious embroiderer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Longevity in Pines and Cranes, and one unfinished piece called Blush of the Nation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The latter had been nearly completed when, for unknown reasons, the embroiderer had abruptly vanished\u00a0<\/p>\n
a month ago-disappearing from both the trade registry and the artisan circles.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now, here she was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Passed out. In his arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s fingers brushed a strand of hair from Riley\u2019s damp cheek.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes darkened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had questions now. Many. And he would get answers\u00a0<\/p>\n
Starting with her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Send Gifts\u00a0<\/p>\n
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