Beneath the Alpha's Moon

LUCIAN’S P.O.V.

I sat at my desk, my fingers drumming absently on the polished wood as I tried to piece together the chaos that had become my life. Teresa, my wife—glowing, fierce, and exasperated—paced the room like a caged tigress, muttering sharp remarks under her breath. She was infuriatingly beautiful and utterly unapproachable.

Luke sat in the far corner, trembling as he clutched a rosary he had somehow conjured out of nowhere, muttering prayers in a voice tinged with desperation. Every so often, he’d glance at his glowing hands, and I could swear I heard him whisper, "Lord, don’t let me be a demon."

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "What am I supposed to do?" I muttered, not really expecting an answer.

Rylan, lounging against the wall with a self-satisfied smirk, chimed in, "What if Serena knows something Elizabeth doesn’t?"

I shot him a glare. "We’re not bringing her into this."

Adrian, ever the picture of unshakable composure, lounged in his chair by the window as though we were debating over the benefits of herbal tea instead of ancient magic and the sudden unknown, scary power of my wife and her brother. His fingers traced the edge of his glass absently, his eyes calm but sharp like a predator biding its time. "Rylan has a point," he said, his voice calm and deliberate. "Serena might possess knowledge that Elizabeth does not."

I let out a dry, cutting laugh, the kind that left no room for warmth. "Oh, you mean that Serena? The same Serena who thought it would be a great idea for me to invite a demon spirit into my body? The one who conveniently forgot to mention it would turn my life into a ticking time bomb? And now you want me to trust her, again?" I leaned forward, my glare sharp enough to cut glass. "What’s next, Adrian? Should I send her an invitation to Sunday dinner? Maybe let her carve the turkey while she’s at it?"

Adrian raised a brow, his voice smooth and collected. "Yes, Lucian, that Serena. But Elizabeth and I will be here to ensure she doesn’t do anything... unwise."

I glanced at Elizabeth, who gave me a hesitant nod, then back to Adrian. His calm confidence grated on my nerves. How could they be so sure?

Teresa, glowing brighter than the damn moon, suddenly stopped pacing and leveled me with a fiery glare. "Oh, for God’s sake, Lucian. Just do it already. Sitting there sulking like some tragic hero out of a bad romance novel isn’t going to solve anything."