Chapter Twenty

[Lucien’s POV]

I had checked on Nivera and she was still sleeping, so I went downstairs and Celeste was there, waiting for me.

“You’re the one who asked me to come. Why did you take so long?” she snapped.

“Why are you mad? It’s not like you had anything better to do anyway,” I retorted, then beckoned on her to follow after me, which she did without a word surprisingly.

“Are you ready?” I asked, once we got to the basement.

“You know I am,” she replied.

I opened the door, and there he was, chained to an electric chair with his hands and legs bound so that he was unable to move. He had many bruises on his body and they weren’t healing quickly; that’s if they were even healing at all.

Previously, his eyes had been closed, but they opened up as soon as I stepped in. He looked at me wearily and forced a smile. “You… you’re here,” he managed to say.

“Isn’t that Tyler Jefferson, the Alpha of the Crescent Pack?” Celeste asked, with undeniable shock written on her face as her eyes nearly poppe