Lucian's pov
I pushed open the door to the private wing, the weight of the day still clinging to my shoulders like dried blood. The moment I stepped inside, I saw her.
Alina was pacing barefoot across the room, arms wrapped tightly around herself, her dark hair messy from running her fingers through it too many times. The panic rolling off her hit me before she even spoke.
"Leo—where's my baby?" Her voice cracked. "Lucian, please tell me he's okay."
I crossed the room in three strides and caught her shoulders gently.
"He's fine, Alina. He's safe. I had him moved to the nursery."
She blinked, confusion cutting through the fear. "Nursery? Since when do you have a nursery?"
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, letting my thumb linger on her cheek.
