Chapter 60
Third Person’s POV
As someone who had served the Ebonclaw Pack for over a decade, Mia could instantly tell–the man standing before her wasn’t just wealthy. He came from power, old and dangerous.
There was an effortless dominance in the way he stood, his cold eyes scanning Riley’s blood–soaked figure. An Alpha through and through. And to Mia, right now, he looked like a lifeline.
The doctor was growing impatient. The patient’s condition is critical. If we delay surgery any longer, she may not survive, Where’s the family? We need someone to sign!”
Lucien Duskgrave’s brow furrowed slightly. His eyes flicked to the blood–red peony embroidered on his suit–and symbol from a half–completed tapestry called Heaven’s Fragrance. For reasons he couldn’t explain, that detail pulled his thoughts toward Riley.
“I’ll sign, Lucien said calmly.
The doctor paused, studying him. Tall. Impeccably dressed. A chilling grace clinging to every movement. His presence didn’t belong in this sterile, fluorescent–lit hospital corridor–it demanded attention, reverence.
“You are.
?” the doctor asked cautiously.
That gave Lucien pause. What was he to her? A stranger who’d seen her twice?
Before he could answer, Mia cut in without hesitation, “He’s my Miss’s fiancé.”
Lucien’s gaze lingered on Mia for a long second. She looked terrified, desperate, but honest.
He didn’t correct her.
Instead, he stepped forward and signed his name in a smooth, confident hand.
The doctor rushed into the operating room, and Mia turned to Lucien with tear–brimmed eyes. “Thank you, sir. Truly, thank you. Without you, she would’ve been lost.”
Lucien said nothing
. He took a seat on the bench, long legs crossed, expression unreadable as ever.
The hours dragged on. Morning light crept into the sky, pale and indifferent. The doors to the OR remained closed. Lucien hadn’t moved.
Then–his phone rang
He opened his eyes slowly, no trace of exhaustion on his aristocratic face. Even in this setting, he exuded an aura of cold- blooded composure.
The caller ID read: Grandmother.
“Grandmother, he answered curtly.
“Lucien, my boy!” The elderly voice on the other end was delighted. “So you finally found yourself a mate and didn’t even tell your grandmother?”
Mate
Lucien’s brow–lified. He had no idea what she was talking about. Probably another one of her tricks to corner him into settling down.
“Do you need something?” he asked dryly.
“Can’t a grandmother call her grandson for no reason?”
“I’m at the hospital,” he said, tone cooling further. “If there’s nothing urgent-
“Hospital?” She gasped. “Is it your mate? Is she hurt? I’m coming right away. You tell me where you are, darling.”
“I’ll call you later.” He hung up before she could respond.
Northhaven – Duskgrave Manor
Matriarch Duskgrave sat back in her velvet armchair, frowning at the disconnected line. Her white hair was swept up into an elegant knot, and her sharp eyes held far too much energy for someone her age.
This stubborn boy,” she muttered. “Always so cold. Not a drop of warmth like his grandfather.”
She glanced at Mrs. Beck, her longtime housekeeper. “People keep saying he’s a womanizer, but I’d be relieved if he were. Then at least I’d know he likes women.”
Mrs. Beck chuckled.
“At his age, most Alphas already have pups crawling around. He doesn’t even date! For a time, I wondered if he swung the other way!”
Mrs. Beck laughed politely, though she’d heard this speech a hundred times.
“Do you w
want to know how I found out he has a mate?” the matriarch asked slyly. She opened her phone and showed Mrs. Beck a message thread with Lucien’s assistant. Duke.
A photo filled the screen.
Riley, pinned against the hood of Lucien’s black Rolls–Royce. The streetlamps cast golden halos around their bodies. Her hands fisted in his collar. The pose… was intimate. Telling.
The matriarch: practically squealed with joy. “That’s our future granddaughter–in–law!”
Mrs. Beck leaned in. “She’s very pretty. A bit thin, though.”
“Yes,” the matriarch nodded. “We’ll fix that Start packing. I want to go to the coast the moment the rain stops.”
“It’s not safe to travel today,” Mrs. Beck warned gently. “The forecast says heavy storms all week in Mooncrest. It wouldn’t be proper to meet your future granddaughter–in–law soaked to the bone.”
The matriarch relented, sighing. “Alright. But we’ll leave the moment the skies clear. This girl is too precious to let slip away.” “And bring all the tonic herbs–ginseng, deer antler, spiritroot. We’ll rebuild her strength before winter. This year, we nourish her. Next year, she gives us pups!”
Her joy was boundless
Mrs. Beck smiled indulgently. “It’s been a long time since you were this happy.”
“Of course I’m happy” the old woman beamed. “That boy of mine was about to become a monk. Now, maybe I’ll get great- grandchildren before I die.”
She clasped her hands together, laughing like a young girl in spring.
Mooncrest – Ebonclaw Estate
Hack at the Pack mansion, Luna Zara had finally remembered her eldest daughter.
After a night of calm, guilt gnawed at her.
She recalled Riley collapsing, blood gushing from the back of her head, and her heart twisted,
“Why is that girl so stubborn?” she sighed. “Scarlett’s so gentle and sweet. Why can’t Riley just accept her?”
She wandered downstairs.
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Zara hesitated, then walked to the old storage
room.
Riley was thrown out last night–by now, she should be back..
Zara knocked lightly.
No answer.
“Riley?” she called. “Are you awake?”
Still nothing.
She opened the door. It creaked open–unlocked.
The room was empty.
Her stomach dropped.
Heart racing. Zara lifted her skirts and ran upstairs. She shoved open the door of the room they’d redecorated for Riley. The bed was untouched.
Perfectly made.
No scent of her daughter. No warmth. No sign she’d ever returned.
Zara stood frozen in the doorway, the silence louder than thunder..
Her mind flashed back to Riley’s pale face, soaked in blood, eyes fluttering shut as she collapsed.
A cold dread began to bloom in her chest.
And for the first time in years, Luna Zara felt fear.