My Little Brother.

The moment Lucian pushes open the heavy doors of the grand hall, all eyes turn toward him, the alphas gathered in the vast space falling silent.

The air in the room is thick, charged with tension, and the weight of unspoken words lingers in the atmosphere.

He immediately notices the way their gazes pierce through him- sharp, intense, filled with something dangerously close to betrayal.

As if he has wronged them in some way. As if he has committed an unforgivable sin in their eyes.

His lips curl slightly in irritation, but he does not mask his emotions.

There is no need for pretense. He steps forward, his movements deliberate, his presence commanding, the sound of his boots echoing against the marble floors.

He stands close enough, his stance unyielding, his posture demanding answers.