Chapter 74

**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