Who is Aiden really? He's acting weird.
Aiden stood by the window, staring out into the darkening sky. He had lost track of time, the hours blurring together as he wrestled with his thoughts. His mind was a storm of memories, plans, and regrets, each one cutting deeper than the last. The guilt of Luna Light’s death weighed heavily on him, a constant reminder of the decisions that had led him to this point. He felt trapped in his own mind, unable to shake the burden of his choices.The sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his reverie. He heard April’s voice downstairs, the familiar cadence that usually brought him comfort now only adding to his anxiety. " Vina!! Change the kids into something better and severe them something light to eat. Make sure they sleep okay?" April told the maid, who was carrying Sergei." Yes ma'am" as she turned to leave with the kids, April suddenly remembered something. " Vina? Where is your boss's brother? My husband Aiden?" She asked, with a mixed feeling." Sir Aiden had been in
As Aiden sat by the bed, his hand still clutching April’s, the soft padding of tiny footsteps caught his attention. He turned to see Alex and Sophia standing hesitantly at the doorway, their wide eyes taking in the sight of their father’s tear-streaked face and their mother lying still on the bed. The innocent confusion on their faces tugged at Aiden’s heartstrings, adding another layer of guilt to the already heavy burden he carried.“Dad?” Alex asked, his voice small and tentative. “Why are you crying? Is Mom… is she dead?”Aiden’s chest tightened at the question, and he quickly forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He could see the worry etched on his children’s faces, their young minds struggling to process the scene before them. The last thing he wanted was to scare them, to add to their own fears. He took a deep breath, composing himself as best he could, before standing up and walking over to them.“No, no, sweethearts,” Aiden said softly, kneeling down to thei
The garden of the Feral Fury Pack was alive with laughter and chatter, a rare moment of warmth amidst the usually tense atmosphere. It was a rare sight to see everyone gathered together like this—Mikhail, Jessica, Genevieve, Spike, Luciano, Gift, Damon, and Lucifer, all sharing in the lightness of the moment. The day was perfect; the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers, and for once, it felt like a true family reunion, despite the many wounds they all carried.Luna Loveth was at the center of it all, radiating a sense of calm that everyone had missed. She was smiling, watching as her pack enjoyed a peaceful evening. But the serenity of the moment shifted when Jessica spoke up, her voice tinged with curiosity and something else—a hint of suspicion.“You know,” Jessica started, her eyes darting to everyone gathered, “I saw a child today who looks just like April. And there was a boy with her...he looks like his father, but he has Lucifer’s eyes.”
7pmShadows moved silently along the perimeter of a desolate compound. A moonless sky offered the perfect cover as a group of men dressed entirely in black, faces concealed behind masks, scaled the high fence with the agility of trained operatives. Each man moved with precision, landing softly on the other side, their presence marked only by the faint rustle of leaves underfoot.They spread out, synchronizing their movements as they approached the main entrance. The leader, identifiable only by a subtle nod, signaled for the men to halt. With a silent hand gesture, he directed two of them to take out the guards patrolling the area. They crept forward, knives glinting briefly in the dim security lights. There was no struggle, just the swift, efficient elimination of the guards whose throats were slit in one fluid motion, their bodies lowered gently to the ground to avoid any noise that might alert the others. The faint scent of iron mingled with the stench of deca
**FERAL FURY PACK**Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.Dragging himself to the shower, he let the cold water hit him like a shock, hoping it would clear the fog from his brain. But even after dressing, the hangover clung to him stubbornly, making every step feel like a Herculean task. On his way to Mikhail’s chambers, he stumbled across a guard who informed him that Mikhail
Aiden sat in his office, his chair facing the expansive windows that overlooked the bustling city below. The sleek, modern design of his workspace was reflected in the glass that separated his office from April’s. Though they both had their own spaces, the clear partition allowed them to see each other, a silent reminder of their connection even during the busiest moments of the day.On this particular morning, Aiden’s face was a mask of tension as he listened intently to the voice on the other end of his call. His informant’s words confirmed his suspicions about the necklace’s origins and the potential involvement of the *Nosce Hostem* factions in Europe and Italy.“Divide the men into two groups,” Aiden ordered, his voice low and commanding. “One group goes to Eastern Europe, the other to Italy. I don’t want anyone acting without my direct command. We need to be sure if either of these Mafias is connected to what’s happening. I have a feeling that they’re ju
**FERAL FURY PACK - LUCIFER'S OFFICE**Lucifer sat behind his ornate mahogany desk, the morning sunlight filtering through the large windows behind him, casting a warm glow across the room. Papers and files were strewn across his desk, but his attention was on the city below, lost in his thoughts. It had been a long few days, the weight of recent events pressing heavily on his shoulders. The death of Luna Light, the escalating tensions with the Rogues, and the mysterious threats that seemed to circle ever closer to his family were all pieces of a puzzle he was struggling to put together. The door to his office swung open, breaking the silence. Damon walked in, his expression grim, followed by Arnette, a newcomer who had quickly made a name for himself as a skilled informant and computer genius. Lucifer glanced up, his piercing eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the serious looks on their faces. He straightened in his chair, sensing that whatever news they brought would not be trivi
**BLOODY SINNERS - LUCIFER'S ROOM**Lucifer sat in his dimly lit room, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and frustration. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the wall as his mind replayed the witch’s words over and over. His father, alive but trapped in a state worse than death. It was a cruel irony that left him feeling more powerless than he had in years. Normally decisive and in control, Lucifer now found himself caught between the urge to act immediately and the cautious voice in his head telling him to wait.The sound of the door creaking open snapped him from his reverie. Damon entered, carrying a tray of food. The scent of freshly cooked meat filled the room, but Lucifer barely acknowledged it. His appetite was nonexistent, his stomach churning with anxiety and uncertainty.“Thought you might be hungry,” Damon said, setting the tray down on a small table near the window. He looked at Lucifer, his eyes filled with concern. "You haven't eaten all day."Lucifer