Celina’s POV LUCIEN’S scent hit me before the door slammed open. It wasn’t possible—he shouldn’t have been here. I’d chosen a hidden corner of the city, a sterile luxury hotel suite tucked behind mirrored glass and private elevators. Kael had been careful, promising no one would track me. But the moment that storm of cedar and smoke cut through the air, my heart plummeted into my stomach. Lucien. I spun toward the door, pulse hammering, my throat tightening at the sight of him. My Alpha. My lover. The father of the life I carried. His presence devoured the room. And the rage in his eyes? It could have set the world ablaze. “Celina.” His voice was gravel dragged across steel. He wasn’t even looking at me. His stare was locked on Kael, whose smug little smile twisted as he leaned again