LUCIEN’S POV

The training grounds were already alive when I stepped outside.

Boots thudded against packed earth. Laughter carried on the cool morning air. The sun hung low but bright, turning the dust gold and catching on sweat-slick skin and moving bodies. Normally, this was where my head cleared. Where the Beta in me settled into place and everything else went quiet.

Not today.

Because Adele was there.

She stood near the center of the grounds, stretching with the others, and the sight of her hit me like a punch to the gut. The training gear she wore—tight black leggings and a fitted sleeveless top—hugged her body like it had...