Chapter 142

Luke’s POV

“Sir. Luke, here’s some wine for you for the cold weather,” Ryan, my Beta, entered the pack house and sat on the high chair beside me in the bar area, placing the Domaine de la Romanée - Conti 1945 bottle.

Ryan had been with me for many years. He’s been my confidant, and I could say that he knew me well.

But years had gone to us, making us old in the process.

His brown hair had started to have a mix of gray hairs, and wrinkles were evident at the corner of his eyes. Nonetheless, his body was still bulk with muscles. We’re old but still strong.

He filled my cup and pushed it in front of me. With seriousness, he reported, “The Lycan King is investigating your involvement with the Crimson Pack. Be careful.”

My eyebrows furrowed with alertness, and my hand froze at the base of the glass, looking at him with confusion. “What? How come? The Lycan King rarely interferes with pack trades.”