As Aurora joined them, Lucas moved closer, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.
Alpha Grey's calm demeanor made her frown in confusion.
She leaned toward Lucas, whispering, "What's going on?"
Lucas chuckled lightly, his confidence unshaken. "I told you, we'd figure it out. Alpha Grey and I had an amicable chat."
Aurora crossed her arms, unconvinced. "My father doesn't do 'amicable.' He doesn't talk to anyone he dislikes without—well, without leaving a mark. Chaos is more his style."
"True," Lucas admitted with a wry smile. "But I spoke to him like a son would. Showed him some love."
Aurora raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his smooth explanation. That look made Lucas sigh. "Fine. We had a bit of a… disagreement. A proper wolf fight. Claws, teeth, you name it. Even Victoria and Elizabeth couldn't step in. But I managed to get through to him."
Her eyes widened. "And how exactly did you 'get through to him'?"
