Fated reborn - Chapter 244: Chapter 244
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Luciano pov.
The sunlight slipped through the curtains, bright enough to drag me out of sleep. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow, but it was no use. Once I was awake, there was no going back. With a sigh, I threw the blankets off and sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. The room was quiet, too quiet, and for a second, I just sat there, trying to convince myself to move.
Eventually, I hauled myself out of bed, feet hitting the cold floor with a muted thud. I stretched, arms over my head until my back popped, then padded into the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I squinted at my reflection. My hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and the shadows under my eyes hadn’t gotten any lighter. Great.
I grabbed my toothbrush and got to work, the familiar routine doing a little to chase off the last of the sleepiness. After brushing my teeth, I turned on the shower, letting it heat up before stepping in. The hot water was a relief, soothing the knots in my shoulders from yesterday. I stood under the spray for a little longer than necessary, eyes closed, trying not to think about anything at all.
When I finally got out, steam filled the bathroom, and the mirror was fogged up. I wrapped a towel around my waist, wiping a hand over the mirror just enough to see my face. Better, I guess. I ran a hand through my damp hair, brushing it back before heading out.
I barely got a shirt over my head when a knock sounded at the door, soft but quick. For a second, I considered ignoring it—I wasn’t exactly in the mood for company—but then I sighed.
“Come in,” I called, tugging the shirt down the rest of the way.
The door creaked open, and a maid stepped in, a tray in her hands. She bowed slightly, eyes on the floor. “Good morning, Alpha Luciano,” she greeted, her voice careful and polite.
I nodded. “Morning.”
She stepped forward, holding out the tray. “Your breakfast, sir.”
I took it from her with a quiet thanks, setting it down on the table nearby. She turned to leave, but something stopped me, words slipping out before I could really think them through.
“Wait.”
She paused, glancing back with a curious look. I ran a hand over the back of my neck, debating for a second, then nodded to myself.
“Help me do something,” I said. “But be smart about it.”
Her eyes widened a little, but she nodded quickly. “Of course, Alpha. What do you need?”
I walked over to my desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. I hesitated for a second, the pen hovering above the page, then I started writing. Just a quick note, nothing too obvious.
Meet me at the garden around 12 o’clock.
Simple. Straight to the point. I folded the note, holding it out to the maid.
“Don’t read it,” I warned, my tone firmer than I meant for it to be.
She shook her head quickly. “I won’t, sir.”
I narrowed my eyes a little, studying her expression, but she seemed honest enough. After a second, I nodded.
“Good,” I muttered. “Try to get it to her without being obvious. Smuggle it into her things or something.”
She nodded again, gripping the note a little tighter. “I’ll try my best, sir.”
“Make sure she gets it,” I added, a little sharper than I intended.
“I will,” she promised, then bowed again before slipping out the door.
When she was gone, I blew out a breath, scrubbing a hand over my face. This wasn’t the first time I’d done this—sneaking notes and setting up meetings in the garden—but it didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking. Especially not when it came to her.
I sighed, glancing at the tray of food. My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten yet, so I sank into the chair and started picking at the food. Eggs, toast, a bit of fruit. Simple but decent enough. I ate quickly, more out of habit than hunger, my mind already a few hours ahead.
When I finished, I set the tray on the floor by the door, figuring I’d get one of the maids to pick it up later. My eyes drifted to the clock, and I frowned. Almost 12. Good timing, at least.
I pushed to my feet, stretching my arms overhead until my shoulders cracked. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed I looked… well, not awful, but not great either. Just a plain polo shirt and long shorts, casual enough not to look suspicious.
Grabbing the cologne off the dresser, I spritzed a little on, smoothing my shirt down. My heart beat a little quicker than usual, and I rolled my eyes at myself. Acting like some teenager with a crush. Embarrassing.
I shook my head, grabbing my phone off the nightstand and heading for the door. The hall was quiet when I stepped out, just the soft murmur of voices from downstairs. Most of the pack was probably busy with weekend stuff, which was good for me. Less chance of being stopped or dragged into something I didn’t have the patience for right now.
I made my way down the corridor, slipping out one of the side doors that led straight to the garden. The sun was high but not unbearable, a light breeze rustling through the trees. It was quiet out here, too, just the faint rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds.
I glanced around, half expecting to see her already waiting, but the garden was empty. Figures. I was a little early, anyway.
Leaning against one of the stone benches, I blew out a breath, running a hand through my hair. Calm down. It wasn’t that serious. Just a quick conversation, that’s all.
But the longer I waited, the more restless I got, fingers drumming against my thigh. Every time a shadow moved or a branch swayed, my eyes darted over, half hoping, half dreading.
Then, finally, soft footsteps on the path, and my heart stuttered a little. I straightened, trying not to look too eager, but when she stepped into view, I couldn’t help the way my shoulders relaxed.
Lunawyn.
She paused when she spotted me, a flicker of something—relief, maybe—crossing her face before she started forward again. The sunlight caught in her hair, turning it a shade lighter, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
“Hey,” I greeted, trying for casual and probably failing.
“Hey,” she returned, her smile small but real. “Got your note.”
I chuckled, a little breathless. “Good. Wasn’t sure if you would.”
Her eyes softened a bit. “Of course I would,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear.
We stood there for a second, neither of us saying anything, and I shifted a little, shoving my hands into my pockets.
“I just… wanted to see you,” I admitted, the words rougher than I intended.
Her eyes widened a little, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t laugh or scoff or any of the things I’d half expected.
“Yeah,” she said softly, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Me too.”
And just like that, the tightness in my chest eased, if only a little.
“Walk with me?” I offered, nodding to the path winding further into the garden.
She glanced up, hesitating for a second, then nodded. “Okay.”
We fell into step side by side, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I didn’t mind the quiet.
The sunlight slipped through the curtains, bright enough to drag me out of sleep. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow, but it was no use. Once I was awake, there was no going back. With a sigh, I threw the blankets off and sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. The room was quiet, too quiet, and for a second, I just sat there, trying to convince myself to move.
Eventually, I hauled myself out of bed, feet hitting the cold floor with a muted thud. I stretched, arms over my head until my back popped, then padded into the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I squinted at my reflection. My hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and the shadows under my eyes hadn’t gotten any lighter. Great.
I grabbed my toothbrush and got to work, the familiar routine doing a little to chase off the last of the sleepiness. After brushing my teeth, I turned on the shower, letting it heat up before stepping in. The hot water was a relief, soothing the knots in my shoulders from yesterday. I stood under the spray for a little longer than necessary, eyes closed, trying not to think about anything at all.
When I finally got out, steam filled the bathroom, and the mirror was fogged up. I wrapped a towel around my waist, wiping a hand over the mirror just enough to see my face. Better, I guess. I ran a hand through my damp hair, brushing it back before heading out.
I barely got a shirt over my head when a knock sounded at the door, soft but quick. For a second, I considered ignoring it—I wasn’t exactly in the mood for company—but then I sighed.
“Come in,” I called, tugging the shirt down the rest of the way.
The door creaked open, and a maid stepped in, a tray in her hands. She bowed slightly, eyes on the floor. “Good morning, Alpha Luciano,” she greeted, her voice careful and polite.
I nodded. “Morning.”
She stepped forward, holding out the tray. “Your breakfast, sir.”
I took it from her with a quiet thanks, setting it down on the table nearby. She turned to leave, but something stopped me, words slipping out before I could really think them through.
“Wait.”
She paused, glancing back with a curious look. I ran a hand over the back of my neck, debating for a second, then nodded to myself.
“Help me do something,” I said. “But be smart about it.”
Her eyes widened a little, but she nodded quickly. “Of course, Alpha. What do you need?”
I walked over to my desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. I hesitated for a second, the pen hovering above the page, then I started writing. Just a quick note, nothing too obvious.
Meet me at the garden around 12 o’clock.
Simple. Straight to the point. I folded the note, holding it out to the maid.
“Don’t read it,” I warned, my tone firmer than I meant for it to be.
She shook her head quickly. “I won’t, sir.”
I narrowed my eyes a little, studying her expression, but she seemed honest enough. After a second, I nodded.
“Good,” I muttered. “Try to get it to her without being obvious. Smuggle it into her things or something.”
She nodded again, gripping the note a little tighter. “I’ll try my best, sir.”
“Make sure she gets it,” I added, a little sharper than I intended.
“I will,” she promised, then bowed again before slipping out the door.
When she was gone, I blew out a breath, scrubbing a hand over my face. This wasn’t the first time I’d done this—sneaking notes and setting up meetings in the garden—but it didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking. Especially not when it came to her.
I sighed, glancing at the tray of food. My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten yet, so I sank into the chair and started picking at the food. Eggs, toast, a bit of fruit. Simple but decent enough. I ate quickly, more out of habit than hunger, my mind already a few hours ahead.
When I finished, I set the tray on the floor by the door, figuring I’d get one of the maids to pick it up later. My eyes drifted to the clock, and I frowned. Almost 12. Good timing, at least.
I pushed to my feet, stretching my arms overhead until my shoulders cracked. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed I looked… well, not awful, but not great either. Just a plain polo shirt and long shorts, casual enough not to look suspicious.
Grabbing the cologne off the dresser, I spritzed a little on, smoothing my shirt down. My heart beat a little quicker than usual, and I rolled my eyes at myself. Acting like some teenager with a crush. Embarrassing.
I shook my head, grabbing my phone off the nightstand and heading for the door. The hall was quiet when I stepped out, just the soft murmur of voices from downstairs. Most of the pack was probably busy with weekend stuff, which was good for me. Less chance of being stopped or dragged into something I didn’t have the patience for right now.
I made my way down the corridor, slipping out one of the side doors that led straight to the garden. The sun was high but not unbearable, a light breeze rustling through the trees. It was quiet out here, too, just the faint rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds.
I glanced around, half expecting to see her already waiting, but the garden was empty. Figures. I was a little early, anyway.
Leaning against one of the stone benches, I blew out a breath, running a hand through my hair. Calm down. It wasn’t that serious. Just a quick conversation, that’s all.
But the longer I waited, the more restless I got, fingers drumming against my thigh. Every time a shadow moved or a branch swayed, my eyes darted over, half hoping, half dreading.
Then, finally, soft footsteps on the path, and my heart stuttered a little. I straightened, trying not to look too eager, but when she stepped into view, I couldn’t help the way my shoulders relaxed.
Lunawyn.
She paused when she spotted me, a flicker of something—relief, maybe—crossing her face before she started forward again. The sunlight caught in her hair, turning it a shade lighter, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
“Hey,” I greeted, trying for casual and probably failing.
“Hey,” she returned, her smile small but real. “Got your note.”
I chuckled, a little breathless. “Good. Wasn’t sure if you would.”
Her eyes softened a bit. “Of course I would,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear.
We stood there for a second, neither of us saying anything, and I shifted a little, shoving my hands into my pockets.
“I just… wanted to see you,” I admitted, the words rougher than I intended.
Her eyes widened a little, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t laugh or scoff or any of the things I’d half expected.
“Yeah,” she said softly, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Me too.”
And just like that, the tightness in my chest eased, if only a little.
“Walk with me?” I offered, nodding to the path winding further into the garden.
She glanced up, hesitating for a second, then nodded. “Okay.”
We fell into step side by side, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I didn’t mind the quiet.
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