Celina’s POV
THE GLASS walls of the boardroom gleamed like ice, sharp and merciless. I sat near the end of the long obsidian table, the only woman in a room full of suits, and felt every eye flicker toward me like I was some curiosity that didn’t belong.
Lucien, however, belonged everywhere.
Even after the weeks in the hospital and the exile that dragged us back into the human world, he looked untouchable. The tailored charcoal suit hugged his broad frame, his silk tie perfect, his cufflinks catching the light like miniature suns. No trace of weakness remained—not the fever that had almost killed him, not the blood he’d spilled protecting me, not the Council’s betrayal. He had put his mask back on, and the billionaire alpha who once ruled boardrooms and packs alike had returned.
And he
