Beneath the Alpha's Moon

LUCIAN’S P.O.V.

My life had fallen into a perfect rhythm since the defeat of Alpha Edmond and the integration of his pack into MoonPeak. The pack thrived under my leadership, and my company soared to new heights with Teresa by my side. Her fierce yet graceful presence made her a force to reckon with in the office, and not one of our employees suspected I was blind. I prided myself on being that good. I could practically hear the awe in their voices when I navigated the office without hesitation, issuing commands like I could see straight into their souls.

Teresa was my everything, though she’d never let me get away with saying that out loud without mocking me. We were in that beautiful, I will kill for your love stage again, though she now had a sassiness to her that rivaled my own sarcasm. It was maddening and utterly intoxicating.

But, of course, nothing could remain idyllic for long.

The elders summoned me to the pack’s meeting hall one afternoon. A meeting with them rarely meant good news. Rylan accompanied me, not because I needed him to guide me—Ares and I were more than capable of navigating on our own—but because he insisted on offering his "moral support."

"If they start talking about how you need to have ten pups by next year, I’m out," Rylan muttered as we walked into the council room.

I chuckled under my breath. "Coward."

The elders, seated in a semi-circle like they were judging a talent show, waited patiently.

"Alpha Lucian," Elder Malcolm began, his voice a mixture of respect and authority, "we are pleased with your leadership. The pack flourishes under your care."

"Thank you," I replied smoothly, my tone giving away none of the suspicion creeping into my mind.

"And your mate, Teresa," another elder added, "has proven herself a worthy partner. She is strong, intelligent, and respected among the pack."