Lucien's POV

As the male witch begins making humorous jokes, a smirk forms on my lips. “Alright, let’s have a little fun then,” I respond with a hint of boredom in my voice. My eyes remain dry and emotionless, a stark contrast to the silver-haired witch’s animated demeanor.

He chuckles and waves off the soldiers and Adam. “No interference, boys. This is between me and our fearless alpha here.” His words carry a playful tone, but I can sense the underlying confidence in his expression.

I raise an eyebrow, a bored smile playing on my lips. “Think you can handle my strength? I hope you’re ready to be disappointed.”

The witch’s smirk widens, and he gestures for me to come closer. I take a moment to close my eyes, centering myself. When I open them, a fiery red hue replaces the usual color, a visible manifestation of my unleashed power. His silver hair dances behind him as he smiles brightly, his eyes glowing a haunting white.

A gust of wind picks up around us, swirling leaves and dust in a hypnotic da