Fated reborn - Chapter 264: Chapter 264
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Luciano’s POV
As we stepped further into the meeting hall, all eyes turned toward us. There was a certain level of respect in the air, the kind that came naturally when leaders walked into a room. Victor and I, dressed in sharp tuxedos, carried the presence expected of us. The other pack leaders were already seated, each with their betas beside them, their expressions neutral but observant.
The room itself was grand, with polished wooden floors and a high ceiling. It wasn’t overly decorated, but it had a strong presence. A long table stretched across the center, enough to seat everyone comfortably. The chairs were high-backed and sturdy, designed for both comfort and authority.
Victor adjusted his cuffs as we made our way to our seats. The other leaders gave small nods in greeting, which we returned. There was no need for excessive words—respect was understood in silence.
As we sat, the murmurs in the room settled, and the meeting officially began.
The discussion started with simple matters—updates on pack territories, trading agreements, and general affairs. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual topics that came with maintaining strong ties between packs.
Victor leaned back slightly, listening intently but not saying much. He wasn’t one to speak unless necessary, especially in meetings like this. I, on the other hand, participated when needed, exchanging words with the other leaders when appropriate.
The betas remained quiet for the most part, only speaking when their alphas prompted them. It was clear that, just like us, they were here to observe and assist when needed.
Time moved steadily, the conversation flowing easily between us. There were moments of agreement, a few moments of differing opinions, but nothing that led to conflict. It was a smooth, professional discussion—exactly how it should be.
Not long after, the meeting gradually shifted from formal discussions to something more relaxed. The tension in the room eased slightly as the serious topics wrapped up, allowing for a more comfortable atmosphere.
That was when the refreshments were brought in.
The doors opened, and a group of maids stepped inside, carrying trays with drinks. Their movements were graceful, trained, and efficient. They set down glasses of fine whiskey, wine, and water in front of each guest, making sure everyone had something to drink.
Victor took his glass of whiskey without hesitation, swirling the liquid before taking a slow sip. I, on the other hand, reached for water first. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy whiskey, but I preferred to stay sharp for the entirety of the evening.
One of the maids came around to refill the glasses of those who needed it. The room was quieter now, with the tension from earlier fully dissipated.
“This,” Victor muttered under his breath, “is the part I don’t mind.”
I smirked slightly but didn’t comment. He wasn’t wrong. The meetings were necessary, but moments like this—where things were more relaxed—were always welcome.
A few of the pack leaders started speaking casually now, discussing matters unrelated to business. Some spoke of family, others of upcoming events within their territories. It was a reminder that despite our positions, we were still people outside of leadership.
Victor glanced at one of the betas across from him. “Long trip to get here?”
The man, who had been mostly quiet throughout the meeting, nodded. “Yeah. Almost four hours on the road.”
Victor let out a low whistle. “That’s rough.”
The beta chuckled. “Could’ve been worse.”
I listened to the conversations around me, letting the words flow in and out of focus. It wasn’t often that we had moments like this, where everything was settled, and there was nothing urgent to worry about.
As the night stretched on, the drinks continued to be refilled, though no one drank excessively. There was a fine balance between relaxation and maintaining professionalism, and everyone in the room knew how to navigate that line.
Eventually, as the conversations began to wind down, I glanced at Victor. He seemed content, his glass half-empty, his posture relaxed.
This meeting had gone well. No conflicts, no unnecessary tensions—just smooth discussions and strengthened alliances.
And for now, that was enough.
As the evening wore on and the meeting officially came to a close, a sense of quiet satisfaction settled over the room. The pack leaders exchanged final words, nods of approval passing between us. It had been a productive gathering—one of those rare moments where everything fell into place without unnecessary tension.
Victor stretched slightly, rolling his shoulders as he pushed his empty glass away. “Well,” he murmured, standing up, “that went smoother than I expected.”
I nodded in agreement as I rose to my feet, buttoning my tuxedo jacket. “No surprises this time,” I said, glancing around as the others also started preparing to leave. “That’s always a good thing.”
The other alphas and their betas stood as well, some exchanging a few last words before heading toward the exit. A few of them nodded toward us in parting, a silent acknowledgement of mutual respect.
Victor and I made our way out of the hall, stepping into the cool night air. The sky above was a deep shade of navy, stars scattered faintly across it. The meeting had gone on longer than expected, but time had moved smoothly—never dragging, never feeling wasted.
Our car was already waiting for us outside, the sleek black vehicle parked neatly by the entrance. The driver, a man we trusted, stood by the door, ready to take us back home.
Victor exhaled as he climbed into the car, stretching his legs out in front of him. “I swear, these meetings always feel longer than they actually are,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
I chuckled, settling into the seat beside him. “That’s because you hate sitting still for too long.”
He shot me a look but didn’t argue.
The driver started the car, pulling away from the grand estate where the meeting had been held. The ride back home was quiet at first, the sound of the engine humming steadily as we moved through the dimly lit roads. The scenery passed by in a blur—tall trees lining the winding path, their dark silhouettes casting long shadows under the moonlight.
Victor eventually broke the silence, his voice thoughtful. “You think the peace between the packs will last?”
I turned my head slightly, considering his question. “For now, yes. But peace never lasts forever. There’s always something waiting just beyond the horizon.”
He hummed in agreement, staring out the window. “That’s what I thought.”
We didn’t speak much after that, each lost in our own thoughts.
When we finally arrived home, the estate stood tall and quiet in the night. The lights from the windows cast a warm glow, a stark contrast to the cool air outside. The moment we stepped out of the car, the familiar scent of the territory wrapped around us—a mixture of pine, earth, and something unmistakably ours.
Victor rolled his shoulders again, sighing. “I need sleep.”
I smirked. “You always say that, but you’ll probably be up for another hour.”
He didn’t deny it, just shot me a look before heading inside.
The house was quiet as we stepped through the doors. Most of the pack was either asleep or winding down for the night. A few of our men nodded in greeting as we passed, their presence a reminder that even in peace, we were never truly off duty.
But for now, at least, there was no urgency. No threats looming overhead. Just a quiet night after a long day.
And that was enough.
As we stepped further into the meeting hall, all eyes turned toward us. There was a certain level of respect in the air, the kind that came naturally when leaders walked into a room. Victor and I, dressed in sharp tuxedos, carried the presence expected of us. The other pack leaders were already seated, each with their betas beside them, their expressions neutral but observant.
The room itself was grand, with polished wooden floors and a high ceiling. It wasn’t overly decorated, but it had a strong presence. A long table stretched across the center, enough to seat everyone comfortably. The chairs were high-backed and sturdy, designed for both comfort and authority.
Victor adjusted his cuffs as we made our way to our seats. The other leaders gave small nods in greeting, which we returned. There was no need for excessive words—respect was understood in silence.
As we sat, the murmurs in the room settled, and the meeting officially began.
The discussion started with simple matters—updates on pack territories, trading agreements, and general affairs. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual topics that came with maintaining strong ties between packs.
Victor leaned back slightly, listening intently but not saying much. He wasn’t one to speak unless necessary, especially in meetings like this. I, on the other hand, participated when needed, exchanging words with the other leaders when appropriate.
The betas remained quiet for the most part, only speaking when their alphas prompted them. It was clear that, just like us, they were here to observe and assist when needed.
Time moved steadily, the conversation flowing easily between us. There were moments of agreement, a few moments of differing opinions, but nothing that led to conflict. It was a smooth, professional discussion—exactly how it should be.
Not long after, the meeting gradually shifted from formal discussions to something more relaxed. The tension in the room eased slightly as the serious topics wrapped up, allowing for a more comfortable atmosphere.
That was when the refreshments were brought in.
The doors opened, and a group of maids stepped inside, carrying trays with drinks. Their movements were graceful, trained, and efficient. They set down glasses of fine whiskey, wine, and water in front of each guest, making sure everyone had something to drink.
Victor took his glass of whiskey without hesitation, swirling the liquid before taking a slow sip. I, on the other hand, reached for water first. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy whiskey, but I preferred to stay sharp for the entirety of the evening.
One of the maids came around to refill the glasses of those who needed it. The room was quieter now, with the tension from earlier fully dissipated.
“This,” Victor muttered under his breath, “is the part I don’t mind.”
I smirked slightly but didn’t comment. He wasn’t wrong. The meetings were necessary, but moments like this—where things were more relaxed—were always welcome.
A few of the pack leaders started speaking casually now, discussing matters unrelated to business. Some spoke of family, others of upcoming events within their territories. It was a reminder that despite our positions, we were still people outside of leadership.
Victor glanced at one of the betas across from him. “Long trip to get here?”
The man, who had been mostly quiet throughout the meeting, nodded. “Yeah. Almost four hours on the road.”
Victor let out a low whistle. “That’s rough.”
The beta chuckled. “Could’ve been worse.”
I listened to the conversations around me, letting the words flow in and out of focus. It wasn’t often that we had moments like this, where everything was settled, and there was nothing urgent to worry about.
As the night stretched on, the drinks continued to be refilled, though no one drank excessively. There was a fine balance between relaxation and maintaining professionalism, and everyone in the room knew how to navigate that line.
Eventually, as the conversations began to wind down, I glanced at Victor. He seemed content, his glass half-empty, his posture relaxed.
This meeting had gone well. No conflicts, no unnecessary tensions—just smooth discussions and strengthened alliances.
And for now, that was enough.
As the evening wore on and the meeting officially came to a close, a sense of quiet satisfaction settled over the room. The pack leaders exchanged final words, nods of approval passing between us. It had been a productive gathering—one of those rare moments where everything fell into place without unnecessary tension.
Victor stretched slightly, rolling his shoulders as he pushed his empty glass away. “Well,” he murmured, standing up, “that went smoother than I expected.”
I nodded in agreement as I rose to my feet, buttoning my tuxedo jacket. “No surprises this time,” I said, glancing around as the others also started preparing to leave. “That’s always a good thing.”
The other alphas and their betas stood as well, some exchanging a few last words before heading toward the exit. A few of them nodded toward us in parting, a silent acknowledgement of mutual respect.
Victor and I made our way out of the hall, stepping into the cool night air. The sky above was a deep shade of navy, stars scattered faintly across it. The meeting had gone on longer than expected, but time had moved smoothly—never dragging, never feeling wasted.
Our car was already waiting for us outside, the sleek black vehicle parked neatly by the entrance. The driver, a man we trusted, stood by the door, ready to take us back home.
Victor exhaled as he climbed into the car, stretching his legs out in front of him. “I swear, these meetings always feel longer than they actually are,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
I chuckled, settling into the seat beside him. “That’s because you hate sitting still for too long.”
He shot me a look but didn’t argue.
The driver started the car, pulling away from the grand estate where the meeting had been held. The ride back home was quiet at first, the sound of the engine humming steadily as we moved through the dimly lit roads. The scenery passed by in a blur—tall trees lining the winding path, their dark silhouettes casting long shadows under the moonlight.
Victor eventually broke the silence, his voice thoughtful. “You think the peace between the packs will last?”
I turned my head slightly, considering his question. “For now, yes. But peace never lasts forever. There’s always something waiting just beyond the horizon.”
He hummed in agreement, staring out the window. “That’s what I thought.”
We didn’t speak much after that, each lost in our own thoughts.
When we finally arrived home, the estate stood tall and quiet in the night. The lights from the windows cast a warm glow, a stark contrast to the cool air outside. The moment we stepped out of the car, the familiar scent of the territory wrapped around us—a mixture of pine, earth, and something unmistakably ours.
Victor rolled his shoulders again, sighing. “I need sleep.”
I smirked. “You always say that, but you’ll probably be up for another hour.”
He didn’t deny it, just shot me a look before heading inside.
The house was quiet as we stepped through the doors. Most of the pack was either asleep or winding down for the night. A few of our men nodded in greeting as we passed, their presence a reminder that even in peace, we were never truly off duty.
But for now, at least, there was no urgency. No threats looming overhead. Just a quiet night after a long day.
And that was enough.
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