(Lucien’s POV)

The mansion doors groaned open as I stepped inside, the silence of the halls pressing down like a heavy shroud.

I went directly to the chamber, and there it was again—the same damned expression on Camille’s face. I had ignored it this morning, but tonight? Tonight it made my blood stir.

“Good evening, Alpha Lord Lucien,” she greeted, her voice as polished and false as ever.

“I should slit your throat for hypocrisy,” I said firmly, standing in front of her ...