I knew those eyes well. When his cologne reached my nostrils, I muttered angrily, "Adrian." Was he trying to startle me?

He stared silently. I shook my head. "I know this is your pack house, but stop following me."

I turned and went to my room. To my astonishment, Adrian didn't speak or argue, but I heard his footsteps behind me. Unease settled over me.

Thankfully, I reached my room. The door was ajar, letting light spill out. I hurried to the doorknob and grasped it.

Adrian was calmly approaching, and I turned to face him. I could see him clearly now; his eyes had shifted from red to black.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you following me?" I demanded furiously.

He stopped before me. His indifferent expression had vanished, replaced by hostility. Shouldn't I be the one acting this way?

"Who's following you? Don't be pretentious, woman. I was going to my room." He lifted his chin toward the room a few feet from mine.

"Your room? The Head Alpha's bedroom is downstairs."

Adrian walked past me, replying, "I didn't want that room."

I watched him enter and slam the door. I flinched at the loud sound. "So he wasn't following me? I was talking nonsense!"

Taking a deep breath, I entered my room. From behind me, I heard the maid say, "Miss."

I turned and let her in. She carried a jar of water and a glass. After placing them on the nightstand, she left.

Immediately after the door closed, I drank some water. Lying down, I prayed the week would end quickly.

The next day, I woke early, as I usually did to go to the office. However, I felt lazy; I had no work. Should I spend the week pretending?

I showered. Dressing, I realized my body hadn't changed much over the years. Otherwise, how could the designer

I left the bathroom and looked in the mirror. In the dress, I looked like a noble lady.

After drying my hair, I went downstairs. "Good morning," I greeted Uncle Lucas and Auntie Grace.

They smiled. I noticed Auntie Grace helping Uncle Lucas to the couch. I assisted her, supporting him as well.

Once Uncle Lucas sat down, he turned and patted the space beside him. Auntie Grace nodded slightly. I sat beside him.

He put his hand on my head. I felt a tremor in his hand. "Every time I look at you, I feel you have the potential to watch over the family and rule the pack responsibly. You are a good I almost lost you."

"Yes, he's foolish," Auntie Grace said, sitting beside me. I was between them.

I kept my head down, avoiding discussion of the past. But their unspoken feelings were obvious; they weren't wrong.

Then we heard heels clicking on the floor. We turned to see Lynda. I frowned.

She was still beautiful, her style subtly changed. Five years ago, she wore simple clothes; now

Lynda noticed Uncle Lucas's hand on my head and stared. Then her gaze shifted to Auntie Grace. I sensed her displeasure at my closeness with Adrian's parents.

"Good morning," Lynda greeted them, ignoring me.

I felt disgusted. When I was married to Adrian, she had taken him from me and repeatedly lied When he was with someone else, I ignored her to avoid provoking him.

"Morning, Lynda. What brings you here?" Auntie Grace's voice jolted me from my memories.

I looked at Auntie Grace; her face was cold. Was she reacting strictly as a future mother-in-law, or did she simply dislike Lynda?

Lynda approached Uncle Lucas, who seemed indifferent to her presence.

"I came to see Uncle Lucas."

"I'm fine. You didn't need to," he replied.

Lynda chuckled, glancing at me, then said, "How could I not come? My father-in-law is ill. It's my duty to care for him."