Chapter 105

ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV

The scent of old parchment and forgotten magic filled the air as Nana shuffled into my office. Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows, casting long shadows across the opulent rug. My gaze lingered on the ornately carved desk, the untouched paperwork mocking my inability to focus.

"Lucius," her voice, rasping yet firm, broke the tense silence. "We need to speak of Ayra."

My jaw clenched. The mere mention of her name ignited a cocktail of fury and frustration within me. "She remains where she deserves," I said, my voice flat.

Nana's gaze, usually filled with a serene wisdom, held a hint of something else. Pity, perhaps? "For how long, though? She may be a traitor, but a pack cannot function with its Alpha neglecting responsibilities."

"Responsibilities? Nana, the woman tried to murder me!" I slammed my fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the vast room. "Does she deserve leniency after such an act?"

Nana remained unfazed. "Justice, not leniency, Lucius. You