Chapter 89. I Found Her

Lucien’s POV

Two weeks ago.

Her scent still haunted me. Even after all this time, I could recall with perfect clarity the unique blend of wild honeysuckle and mountain rain that was distinctly her—the Omega who was meant to be mine.

I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse suite overlooking the sprawling cityscape of Prague, swirling an expensive whiskey in a crystal tumbler.

My reflection stared back at me—silver-gray hair cropped short, piercing green eyes that rarely revealed emotion, the tailored suit that spoke of power and wealth.

As Alpha of the Blackspire Pack, the largest underground werewolf organization in Eastern Europe, I had everything most wolves could ever want.