Fated reborn - Chapter 242: Chapter 242

Luciano's Pov.
The morning started like any other.
I woke up to the soft rays of the sun creeping through my window, stretching across the floor in thin golden lines. My body felt heavy, the weight of sleep still clinging to me, but I knew better than to stay in bed too long.
With a groan, I swung my legs over the side, running a hand through my hair before standing up. The air was crisp, a slight chill lingering in the room.
The first thing I did was walk over to the window, pushing it open to let in the morning breeze. The packhouse grounds were already stirring with movement—warriors training, pack members chatting as they moved about, the scent of breakfast drifting up from the kitchen below.
Another day. Another routine.
I grabbed my towel and headed straight to the bathroom, my steps slow but steady.
The mirror reflected back a tired version of myself, eyes still slightly hooded from sleep. I picked up my toothbrush, squeezed out the minty paste, and began brushing.
It was a mindless action, something I had done a thousand times before. But this morning, my thoughts kept drifting.
Trini.
I wondered how she was holding up. If she was still upset about Dorian leaving.
I spat out the foam and rinsed my mouth, shaking the thoughts away. Not my business.
After brushing, I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up before stepping in. The warmth hit my skin, and for a moment, I just stood there, letting it wake me up fully.
The water streamed down, washing away the sleep, the stiffness, the weight of responsibility—just for a little while.
By the time I stepped out, dried off, and got dressed, I felt more awake. I pulled on a simple black shirt and dark jeans, nothing too fancy, but comfortable enough for the day ahead.
Just as I was rolling up my sleeves, there was a knock at my door.
"Yeah?"
The door creaked open, and Victor stepped inside, already dressed and looking way too awake for this early in the morning.
"Breakfast?" he asked, tilting his head.
I nodded. "Yeah, let’s go."
We left my room, heading downstairs to the dining hall where a few other pack members were already eating. The long wooden table was covered with plates of eggs, toast, bacon, and fresh fruit.
Victor and I grabbed our plates, loading them up before taking our usual seats.
Neither of us talked much as we ate. It wasn’t an awkward silence, just a comfortable one. We were both used to the routine.
After breakfast, we headed straight to work.
Our offices were in a separate building connected to the main packhouse. It was nothing fancy—just a couple of rooms with desks, chairs, and shelves stacked with files and paperwork.
Victor and I walked in, each going to our respective desks.
As soon as I sat down, I leaned back in my chair, exhaling.
Time to get to it.
It didn’t take long before there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called out.
The door swung open, and Clara walked in, her usual clipboard in hand, her sharp eyes scanning the room like she was already making mental notes of what needed to be done.
"Morning," she greeted, her voice brisk as always.
"Morning," Victor and I replied in unison.
Clara didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She walked straight to the middle of the room, flipping through her notes.
"Alright," she started, "here’s what we’ve got for today."
She listed off the tasks—checking supply reports, going over security rotations, handling minor disputes that had been brought up by some pack members.
The usual.
Victor and I listened, nodding along. When she was done, she looked up, waiting for any objections.
None came.
"Got it," I said, already reaching for the first stack of papers on my desk.
Clara nodded in satisfaction, then turned on her heel and left without another word.
And just like that, the day began.
We spent the next few hours buried in work, flipping through reports, making notes, signing off on documents.
It was tedious, but necessary.
Every once in a while, Victor would crack a joke, or I’d make some sarcastic comment, and we’d both chuckle before getting back to business.
By midday, we had gone through most of the workload.
I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms over my head. "You think anyone actually likes doing this?"
Victor snorted. "Nope. But someone’s gotta do it."
I sighed. "Unfortunately."
Just as we were about to move on to the next task, the door opened again.
Clara was back, this time with another sheet of notes.
"One more thing," she said, holding up the paper. "There’s a request for additional patrols near the southern border. Some of the warriors have noticed strange movement in the area."
Victor and I exchanged a look.
"Suspicious?" I asked.
Clara shrugged. "Could be nothing. Could be something. Either way, they want approval for extra patrols."
Victor nodded. "I’ll handle it."
Clara handed him the report. "Good. Let me know if anything comes up."
And just like that, she was gone again.
Victor glanced down at the paper, then stood up. "I’ll go talk to the warriors."
I waved him off. "Go. I’ll finish up here."
As he left, I sighed, rubbing my temples.
Same routine, different day.
But something felt off.
Maybe it was Trini. Maybe it was the fact that Dorian left. Maybe it was just my own thoughts creeping in, making me feel restless.
Either way, I shook it off and got back to work.
Because that’s what we did.
We worked. We kept things moving.
No matter what.
I exhaled and picked up another report, my fingers tapping against the desk absentmindedly. The feeling of unease still lingered, but I pushed it aside. There was no time for distractions. The pack relied on us to keep things in order, and that’s exactly what I intended to do.