"Dad, I'll be fine," I said. After a quick glance at my children, I left the room with the guards.

"Where is he?" I asked the guards as they ascended the stairs.

Jason was downstairs, in a nearby guest room. This made me curious about Adrian's whereabouts as the guards escorted me upstairs.

"Where he should be. In the head Alpha's bedroom," one guard replied.

I stopped, hearing him.

They turned, inquiring, "What's wrong? Let's go; we don't want to anger the Alpha."

Another guard shook his head. "You don't know our head Alpha. He's ruthless when punishing others. We can't afford to offend him."

Seeing their terror, I resumed walking. They didn't know I was the head Alpha's ex-wife; that's why they warned me.

With a heavy heart, I proceeded toward the head Alpha's bedroom. Someone else had taken possession of the room—a fact I couldn't accept.

Reaching the master bedroom, the guards stopped and knocked. As if receiving permission through their mind link, they opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

Taking a deep breath, I entered. They closed the door behind me.

The room was large, befitting the head Alpha of the pack house. Every corner reminded me of my brother, stirring my emotions.

"Done scanning the room?"

My eyes darted around at the sound of a deep voice. They landed on the speaker—a man walking toward me, holding a glass of wine. His shirtless chest displayed the wounds I had inflicted.

I averted my gaze as he approached; I dared not meet his eyes. I was weak before him, because

"What was your family telling me? They'd do this and that. And now? Every warning was in vain."

Adrian's sharp, mocking tone made me shrink. I was speechless.

He stopped before me. Even with my head lowered, my eyes fell to his well-built abs, then slowly rose to his chest. I could see the

He suddenly grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

"What happened to your sudden arrogance, Natalia Hansley? Why are you avoiding my gaze?" he muttered angrily.

In his gaze, I saw only disgust and disdain. His dark eyes pierced mine as he scoffed.

"Look where I am. Didn't your brother refuse to let me stay here? See how fate played with your family. Now, this is my pack house, and I will"

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