Fated reborn - Chapter 267: Chapter 267

Luciano’s POV.
The alarm buzzed softly beside me, but I was already awake. I had long since trained my body to rise before it ever had the chance to disturb the quiet of the morning. Still, I reached over and turned it off, rubbing a hand over my face as I exhaled slowly. The room was dim, the early morning light barely slipping through the curtains, casting soft shadows along the walls.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cool floor. The air was crisp, carrying the remnants of the night’s chill, but I didn’t mind. I took a moment to roll my shoulders, stretching out the stiffness before pushing myself up and heading toward the bathroom.
Flipping the light on, I let my eyes adjust before turning the faucet. The cold water ran over my hands as I splashed my face, washing away the last traces of sleep. I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection for a brief moment before stepping into the shower. The warm water hit my skin, relaxing my muscles and waking me up fully.
I didn’t linger. Just enough time to clean up, to feel refreshed. Once done, I reached for my toothbrush, applied a bit of toothpaste, and brushed thoroughly, making sure to scrub both sides of my teeth properly. The familiar minty taste was a welcome sensation, signaling the start of another day.
After rinsing my mouth, I grabbed a towel and dried off before wrapping it around my waist. Stepping back into my room, I moved toward the dresser, pulling out the clothes I had set aside the night before. Black slacks, a button-up shirt, nothing too formal, but enough to look put together. Dressing was second nature by now—buttoning the cuffs, straightening my collar, slipping my watch onto my wrist.
By the time I was done, a knock sounded at my door.
"Yeah," I called out, already knowing who it was.
Victor pushed the door open, stepping inside with his usual easygoing demeanor. He was already dressed, looking as put together as ever, though his hair was still slightly damp.
"Figured you’d be up," he said, glancing around before smirking. "You never oversleep."
"Never needed to," I replied, grabbing my phone and slipping it into my pocket. "You eat yet?"
Victor shook his head. "Was waiting on you. Thought we could grab something before heading in."
I nodded, running a hand through my hair as I checked the time. "Good idea. Let’s go."
We left the room, heading downstairs toward the kitchen. The house was quiet, most of the pack still in their rooms or just beginning to stir. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as we stepped inside. A few pack members were already seated, chatting over plates of food, but they offered respectful nods when they saw us enter.
Victor headed straight for the counter, grabbing a plate and filling it with eggs, toast, and some fruit. I followed suit, though I opted for something lighter—a simple sandwich and a cup of coffee. We took a seat near the window, the morning light streaming in, casting a warm glow over the table.
"You’ve got meetings today, right?" Victor asked, taking a bite of his food.
I nodded, sipping my coffee. "Yeah, same as usual. Patrol updates, supply reports, and some security measures to go over."
Victor hummed in acknowledgment, his focus shifting briefly to the window. "Any issues on the borders?"
"Nothing major," I said. "The northern patrol requested additional scouts, but that’s about it. I already planned to approve it."
Victor smirked. "Figured. You always make sure everything’s in order before anyone even asks."
I shrugged. "Just doing what needs to be done."
We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the quiet hum of conversation filling the kitchen around us. Once we finished, I stood, stretching briefly before grabbing my now-empty coffee cup. Victor followed suit, stacking our plates and carrying them over to the sink.
"Ready?" I asked, grabbing my bag.
Victor nodded. "Let’s get to it."
We left the house, stepping outside into the crisp morning air. The pack was waking up now, members moving about, beginning their daily routines. Some were heading toward the training grounds, while others were preparing for their own tasks.
The walk to the office was short, and by the time we arrived, Clara was already inside, sorting through her usual stack of papers. She looked up as we entered, offering a small nod before sliding a folder across the desk toward me.
"Morning," she said, flipping through another set of documents. "We’ve got a few things to go over today. Patrol reports, a supply order that needs approval, and a couple of meetings scheduled later."
I took the folder, flipping through the pages. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Anything urgent?" I asked, setting my bag down.
Clara shook her head. "Not really. But the northern patrol wants two more scouts for border watch."
"Approve it," I said, scanning the document before signing off on it. "Just make sure they rotate shifts properly. I don’t want anyone burning out."
Clara made a quick note before passing me another set of papers. "Also, the new training schedules are finalized. The captains have already reviewed them."
"Good," I said, glancing over the schedule before adding my signature. "We’ll stick with this plan for now."
The morning passed much like it always did—reviewing reports, signing off on approvals, ensuring everything ran smoothly. Meetings came and went, discussions about trade agreements, security measures, and upcoming events filling the hours.
By midday, I was more than ready for another coffee.
As I stepped out of the office, I found Victor already waiting outside, a cup in hand. He smirked, handing it to me as soon as I approached.
"Knew you’d need this," he said.
I took it with a nod of appreciation, sipping the warm liquid. "You’re not wrong."
Victor leaned against the railing, watching the training grounds where a few pack members were still running drills. "Meetings go as expected?"
"Same as always," I said. "Nothing new."
He hummed in response, taking a slow sip of his own coffee.
After a few minutes, I finished mine and handed him a few documents. "Take these and print out the hangout flyers. Make sure they get posted around the common areas."
Victor took them with a small nod. "On it."
With that, he walked off, and I turned back toward the office. The day wasn’t over yet, but at least everything was running smoothly.