Fated reborn - Chapter 255: Chapter 255
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Luciano's Pov.
*Days later*
The sun was barely up, light all pale and watery through the curtains, and the room was still cool when I dragged myself out of bed, sheets falling in a tangled mess to the floor. I scrubbed a hand over my face, groggy and half-blind with sleep, and the quiet was heavy and still, settling thick in my chest. Too quiet. I tried not to think about why, jaw clenching a bit, and forced myself up, bare feet hitting the cold floor with a dull thud.
The bathroom light was too bright, making me squint, and I twisted the faucet on, water rushing hot and steady. The mirror was fogging up slow, soft curls of steam licking at the edges, and I shoved a hand through my hair, eyes catching on the empty space beside my reflection. That weird little twist settled low in my gut, something hollow and aching, and I exhaled slow, trying to shake it off. It’d been days. I was being stupid.
I brushed my teeth on autopilot, spit and rinsed and stripped out of my sweats, letting them crumple to the floor. The shower was hot enough to sting a bit, rolling over my shoulders in thick streams, and I let my eyes fall shut, hands braced against the tile. It helped, a little. The ache dulled some, at least, muscles unwinding slow.
By the time I finished up, dried off and threw on a suit, the sun was up proper, light slanting bright and gold through the window. The knock on my door was right on time, sharp and steady, and I snorted, mouth twitching at the corner. Predictable bastard.
“Yeah, yeah,” I called, running a hand through damp hair to try and tame it some. “I’m coming.”
The door cracked open, and Victor leaned against the frame, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “You’re actually up?” he drawled, smirk tugging at his mouth. “Thought I’d have to drag you out.”
I huffed, rolling my eyes. “Shut up,” I muttered, but the corner of my mouth twitched. “I’m not that bad.”
“Right,” he snorted, eyes glinting. “Tell that to last week.”
I flipped him off without looking back, smoothing the collar of my jacket. “Bite me,” I grumbled, but he just chuckled, low and smug, falling into step beside me as we made our way down the hall.
The pack house was already buzzing, voices low and steady from behind closed doors, and the smell of coffee and fresh bread was thick in the air, warm and familiar. My shoulders eased a bit, footsteps slowing, and Victor shot me a side-eye, lips twitching.
“Relax,” he snorted, bumping my shoulder. “You look like someone kicked your damn puppy.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, but it was half-hearted at best, and he just chuckled, smug and lazy.
The dining room was warm and bright, sun spilling over the table in thick slants, and we slid into our usual spots, chairs scraping light against the floor. A maid stepped in not long after, tray balanced careful in her hands, and her eyes widened a bit, cheeks going pink when she caught sight of us.
“Alpha,” she greeted, voice small and breathy, eyes flicking down quick. “Beta.”
Victor snorted, smirk playing at his mouth, but I just hummed, waving a hand. “Morning,” I muttered, and she set the tray down careful, fingers trembling a bit.
“Let the poor girl breathe,” Victor chuckled, smirk widening, and I shot him a flat look, eyes narrowing. He just grinned wider, eyes glinting, and the maid scurried off with cheeks red as sunset, tray left neatly in front of us.
“Asshole,” I muttered, jabbing my fork at him, but he just snorted, lips twitching.
“Love you too,” he drawled, popping a piece of toast into his mouth with a wink. I rolled my eyes, exhaling slow, but the corner of my mouth twitched up, just a bit.
The food was warm and simple, eggs and toast and bacon crisp at the edges, and the coffee was dark and bitter, settling heavy and hot in my chest. We ate in comfortable silence, the clink of forks and soft scrape of chairs the only sounds, and for a little while, that was enough.
By the time we stepped outside, sun bright and warm on my back, the car was already waiting, sleek and black in the drive. Victor slid into the passenger side, all lazy smirk and long limbs, and I huffed, sliding in behind the wheel. The drive was smooth, roads stretching long and quiet, and the radio played soft and low, some old song humming through the speakers.
The company building was all glass and steel, sleek and bright under the sun, and I parked out front, engine rumbling low before cutting off with a click. Victor stretched slow, smirk lazy, and I rolled my eyes, shoving the door open.
Employees were already milling about in the lobby, voices low and steady, and they paused when we stepped in, eyes flicking up fast. “Alpha,” a few of them greeted, dipping heads quick, and I hummed, waving a bit.
The elevator was cool and bright, all smooth metal and soft lights, and Victor leaned back against the wall, arms crossed and smirk playing at his mouth. The ride up was quiet, numbers flicking by slow, and I exhaled, shoulders easing a bit. It wasn’t bad, really, this kind of quiet.
The top floor was all sleek carpet and dark wood, windows stretching wide and bright, and our office was down the hall, door left cracked. I shoved it open, fingers curling light around the handle, and Victor strolled in after me, smirk widening.
He flopped down into one of the chairs with a sigh, all limbs and lazy grins, and I snorted, shaking my head slow. “You’re a pain,” I grumbled, but my lips were twitching, just a bit.
“You love it,” he shot back, propping his feet up with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes, chuckling soft under my breath, and the door creaked open a moment later, heels clicking light against the floor. Clara stepped in, all sleek black skirts and red lipstick, and her eyes flicked between us, lips twitching.
“Morning,” she greeted, voice warm and smooth, and Victor hummed, smirk going crooked.
“Morning,” he drawled, eyes glinting. “Looking sharp as ever.”
She snorted, eyes rolling, but her cheeks went a bit pink, and I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. “Flirting this early?” I snorted, eyebrows raising, and Victor shot me a look that was all smug and lazy.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he drawled, winking, and Clara snorted, lips twitching.
I huffed, shaking my head, but warmth settled low in my chest, stupid and steady, and for a little while, at least, that was enough.
*Days later*
The sun was barely up, light all pale and watery through the curtains, and the room was still cool when I dragged myself out of bed, sheets falling in a tangled mess to the floor. I scrubbed a hand over my face, groggy and half-blind with sleep, and the quiet was heavy and still, settling thick in my chest. Too quiet. I tried not to think about why, jaw clenching a bit, and forced myself up, bare feet hitting the cold floor with a dull thud.
The bathroom light was too bright, making me squint, and I twisted the faucet on, water rushing hot and steady. The mirror was fogging up slow, soft curls of steam licking at the edges, and I shoved a hand through my hair, eyes catching on the empty space beside my reflection. That weird little twist settled low in my gut, something hollow and aching, and I exhaled slow, trying to shake it off. It’d been days. I was being stupid.
I brushed my teeth on autopilot, spit and rinsed and stripped out of my sweats, letting them crumple to the floor. The shower was hot enough to sting a bit, rolling over my shoulders in thick streams, and I let my eyes fall shut, hands braced against the tile. It helped, a little. The ache dulled some, at least, muscles unwinding slow.
By the time I finished up, dried off and threw on a suit, the sun was up proper, light slanting bright and gold through the window. The knock on my door was right on time, sharp and steady, and I snorted, mouth twitching at the corner. Predictable bastard.
“Yeah, yeah,” I called, running a hand through damp hair to try and tame it some. “I’m coming.”
The door cracked open, and Victor leaned against the frame, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “You’re actually up?” he drawled, smirk tugging at his mouth. “Thought I’d have to drag you out.”
I huffed, rolling my eyes. “Shut up,” I muttered, but the corner of my mouth twitched. “I’m not that bad.”
“Right,” he snorted, eyes glinting. “Tell that to last week.”
I flipped him off without looking back, smoothing the collar of my jacket. “Bite me,” I grumbled, but he just chuckled, low and smug, falling into step beside me as we made our way down the hall.
The pack house was already buzzing, voices low and steady from behind closed doors, and the smell of coffee and fresh bread was thick in the air, warm and familiar. My shoulders eased a bit, footsteps slowing, and Victor shot me a side-eye, lips twitching.
“Relax,” he snorted, bumping my shoulder. “You look like someone kicked your damn puppy.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, but it was half-hearted at best, and he just chuckled, smug and lazy.
The dining room was warm and bright, sun spilling over the table in thick slants, and we slid into our usual spots, chairs scraping light against the floor. A maid stepped in not long after, tray balanced careful in her hands, and her eyes widened a bit, cheeks going pink when she caught sight of us.
“Alpha,” she greeted, voice small and breathy, eyes flicking down quick. “Beta.”
Victor snorted, smirk playing at his mouth, but I just hummed, waving a hand. “Morning,” I muttered, and she set the tray down careful, fingers trembling a bit.
“Let the poor girl breathe,” Victor chuckled, smirk widening, and I shot him a flat look, eyes narrowing. He just grinned wider, eyes glinting, and the maid scurried off with cheeks red as sunset, tray left neatly in front of us.
“Asshole,” I muttered, jabbing my fork at him, but he just snorted, lips twitching.
“Love you too,” he drawled, popping a piece of toast into his mouth with a wink. I rolled my eyes, exhaling slow, but the corner of my mouth twitched up, just a bit.
The food was warm and simple, eggs and toast and bacon crisp at the edges, and the coffee was dark and bitter, settling heavy and hot in my chest. We ate in comfortable silence, the clink of forks and soft scrape of chairs the only sounds, and for a little while, that was enough.
By the time we stepped outside, sun bright and warm on my back, the car was already waiting, sleek and black in the drive. Victor slid into the passenger side, all lazy smirk and long limbs, and I huffed, sliding in behind the wheel. The drive was smooth, roads stretching long and quiet, and the radio played soft and low, some old song humming through the speakers.
The company building was all glass and steel, sleek and bright under the sun, and I parked out front, engine rumbling low before cutting off with a click. Victor stretched slow, smirk lazy, and I rolled my eyes, shoving the door open.
Employees were already milling about in the lobby, voices low and steady, and they paused when we stepped in, eyes flicking up fast. “Alpha,” a few of them greeted, dipping heads quick, and I hummed, waving a bit.
The elevator was cool and bright, all smooth metal and soft lights, and Victor leaned back against the wall, arms crossed and smirk playing at his mouth. The ride up was quiet, numbers flicking by slow, and I exhaled, shoulders easing a bit. It wasn’t bad, really, this kind of quiet.
The top floor was all sleek carpet and dark wood, windows stretching wide and bright, and our office was down the hall, door left cracked. I shoved it open, fingers curling light around the handle, and Victor strolled in after me, smirk widening.
He flopped down into one of the chairs with a sigh, all limbs and lazy grins, and I snorted, shaking my head slow. “You’re a pain,” I grumbled, but my lips were twitching, just a bit.
“You love it,” he shot back, propping his feet up with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes, chuckling soft under my breath, and the door creaked open a moment later, heels clicking light against the floor. Clara stepped in, all sleek black skirts and red lipstick, and her eyes flicked between us, lips twitching.
“Morning,” she greeted, voice warm and smooth, and Victor hummed, smirk going crooked.
“Morning,” he drawled, eyes glinting. “Looking sharp as ever.”
She snorted, eyes rolling, but her cheeks went a bit pink, and I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. “Flirting this early?” I snorted, eyebrows raising, and Victor shot me a look that was all smug and lazy.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he drawled, winking, and Clara snorted, lips twitching.
I huffed, shaking my head, but warmth settled low in my chest, stupid and steady, and for a little while, at least, that was enough.
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