Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

Lucien

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The room did not change after she left.

It remained as it always was silent, controlled, untouched by anything as insignificant as a single conversation.

And yet

Something was off.

Lucien Varkas stood exactly where she had left him, his gaze fixed on the closed doors as if they might open again.

They didn’t.

Of course they didn’t.

Nothing in his world moved unless he allowed it to.

Slowly, he exhaled.

Measured. Controlled.

Useless.

The tension in his chest remained.

His jaw tightened slightly as he turned back toward the window, the vast stretch of territory below grounding in its familiarity. Land. Power. Control.

Things that made sense.

Things that obeyed.

Not like

His thoughts cut off sharply.

Irrelevant.

She was irrelevant.

A woman seeking employment. Nothing more.

And yet…

His mind replayed it anyway.

The way she had walked into the room without hesitation.

The way she had held his gaze steady, unflinching, unafraid.

No submission.

No nervousness.

No attempt to impress him.

Just… control.

Unusual.

His fingers curled slightly at his side, a quiet, almost imperceptible movement.

Most people broke under his attention.

She hadn’t even bent.

A faint shift in the air brushed against his senses.

Her scent.

It lingered.

Soft. Subtle. Deceptively light

And entirely wrong.

Lucien stilled.

There it was again.

That same tight pull in his chest. Low. Deep. Instinctive.

Annoying.

He didn’t like things he couldn’t immediately understand.

And this

This was something his mind could not categorize.

His wolf stirred beneath the surface.

Not aggressive.

Not threatened.

Aware.

Interested.

That, more than anything, irritated him.

“Alpha.”

The voice cut cleanly through the silence.

Lucien didn’t turn immediately.

“Enter.”

The door opened behind him, footsteps measured and familiar as they crossed the room.

Kael.

His Beta.

Loyal. Observant. One of the few people permitted to speak without fear of immediate consequence.

“Who is she?” Kael asked without preamble.

Lucien’s gaze remained on the horizon.

“An employee.”

Kael was silent for a moment.

Then

“You don’t hire employees like that.”

A statement. Not a question.

Lucien finally turned.

Slowly.

His expression gave nothing away.

“I just did.”

Kael’s eyes narrowed slightly, not in defiance, but in thought.

“You didn’t question her,” he said. “Didn’t test her. Didn’t verify anything.”

A pause.

“That’s not like you.”

Lucien held his gaze.

“And yet,” he said calmly, “the decision stands.”

Kael studied him carefully.

Lucien allowed it.

Because he already knew what his Beta was looking for

A reason.

A flaw.

A weakness.

He would find none.

“She’s not afraid of you,” Kael said after a moment.

Lucien’s expression didn’t change.

“I noticed.”

“That alone makes her a risk.”

“Or an asset.”

Kael exhaled quietly, shifting his weight.

“There’s something else,” he added.

Lucien’s attention sharpened instantly.

“Speak.”

“Reports came in this morning,” Kael said. “From the southern territories.”

A flicker of irritation crossed Lucien’s mind brief, contained.

He didn’t like interruptions to order.

“What kind of reports?”

“Whispers,” Kael replied. “Nothing confirmed. But…”

He hesitated.

Lucien’s gaze hardened.

“But what?”

“…survivors.”

Silence fell between them.

Heavy.

Still.

Lucien didn’t react outwardly.

But his mind sharpened, dissecting the word with precision.

“From which pack?” he asked.

Kael’s jaw tightened slightly.

“The Valencrest line.”

The name meant nothing to most.

A fallen pack. Wiped out years ago. Irrelevant in the present hierarchy.

But Lucien remembered.

He remembered everything.

“Impossible,” he said flatly.

“That’s what we thought,” Kael replied. “But the reports are consistent. Someone’s been seen. Moving between territories. Asking questions.”

Lucien’s gaze darkened slightly.

A survivor meant loose ends.

Loose ends meant instability.

And instability

Was unacceptable.

“Find them,” he said.

“Alive?”

A pause.

Lucien’s voice was calm when he answered.

“Yes.”

Kael nodded once.

“And the girl?” he asked carefully. “Genesis Walker.”

Lucien didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he turned slightly, his gaze drifting just for a moment—to the door she had walked through.

Something cold and deliberate settled back into place inside him.

Control.

“Keep an eye on her,” he said.

Kael’s brow lifted slightly.

“Surveillance?”

“Discreet,” Lucien corrected. “I want to know where she goes. Who she speaks to. What she does when she believes no one is watching.”

Suspicion.

That was logical.

Acceptable.

Necessary.

Kael inclined his head.

“It will be done.”

He turned to leave—

“Kael.”

The Beta paused.

“Yes, Alpha?”

Lucien’s voice lowered slightly.

Not softer.

Sharper.

“If she attempts to leave the territory without permission…”

A brief silence.

“Inform me immediately.”

Kael studied him for half a second longer than usual.

Then nodded.

“Of course.”

The door closed behind him.

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Lucien was alone again.

Silence returned.

Familiar.

Predictable.

Controlled.

And yet—

Not quite right.

His gaze shifted, drawn once more to the space she had occupied.

Annoying.

He moved at last, crossing the room with slow, deliberate steps until he stood exactly where she had been.

The air was different here.

Faint.

But present.

Her scent lingered, curling subtly around his senses like something alive.

His wolf stirred again.

Stronger this time.

Not restless.

Not aggressive.

Focused.

Lucien’s jaw tightened.

Unacceptable.

He did not allow instinct to dictate his actions.

He did not bend to impulses he did not understand.

And he certainly did not

Mate.

The word surfaced, unbidden.

Cold.

Sharp.

Immediate.

His expression darkened.

No.

Impossible.

He rejected it just as quickly as it came.

A bond required recognition. Connection. Weakness.

He felt none of those things.

Only

Interest.

And that, he could control.

His fingers flexed once at his side before stilling completely.

Genesis Walker.

The name settled in his mind with quiet precision.

A variable.

An unknown.

A disruption.

And Lucien Varkas did not tolerate disruptions.

He eliminated them.

Or

He owned them.

His gaze hardened slightly, something darker slipping beneath the surface.

“Find out everything,” he said quietly to the empty room.

The words carried no hesitation.

No doubt.

Only intent.

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Because one way or another

Genesis Walker would belong in his world.

And he would decide exactly what that meant.