I looked at Lynda after hearing her comments; disgust filled my eyes. What were her thoughts? Would her words affect me?

I wasn't the Natalia who'd been bullied before. I could teach her a lesson, but I was a guest and didn't want to cause a scene, or give Alpha any reason to think I was still interested in him.

"I think you forgot that Adrian hasn't declared you Luna of this pack," Uncle Lucas reminded her.

Lynda's expression changed instantly. She started to speak, but instead lowered her head and nodded.

"You're right, Uncle. Adrian hasn't declared me his Luna."

Auntie Grace looked away and said, "Since he doesn't want to, don't force him. Maybe he's still confused about you."

Lynda raised her head, tears streaming down her face. She seemed distraught. For once, I felt pity for her. Adrian had been in a relationship with her for a long time. Why hadn't he accepted her as Luna yet? Didn't he claim to love her?

"What's going on here?"

We heard a voice from behind us. I turned and saw Adrian descending the stairs. He approached Lynda and asked, "Why are you crying?"

A thought crossed my mind: Did she see him coming? Was that why she started crying?

Lynda wiped her tears and took Adrian's arm. "Nothing, Adrian. Uncle was just talking about me."

Adrian's gaze shifted from her to his father, then to me. His eyes reminded me of last night—the way he'd looked at me with red eyes, different from usual. I averted my gaze, wondering if his wolf had taken over.

"Don't give us that attitude. We were talking about you and her. You haven't declared her Luna," Uncle Lucas said to Adrian.

Adrian frowned at his father, then glanced at me and replied, "Very soon."

Lynda's eyes widened. Her reaction showed she hadn't expected that. She gave Adrian a warm smile.

Lynda's driver rushed in, carrying a bouquet and a fruit basket. "Miss, sorry I'm late. I forgot to bring them," he said to Lynda.

"It's okay," she replied, taking them. She approached Uncle Lucas, giving him the bouquet. "I heard you like flowers, so this is for you." She then placed the fruit basket on the coffee table. "And fruit for your recovery."

Uncle Lucas silently accepted the bouquet. A few maids announced that breakfast was ready.

"Let's go eat," Uncle Lucas said. I helped him stand. Lynda offered to help, but he stopped her.

"Adrian, Lynda, join us," Auntie Grace said.

Passing Adrian, I noticed him looking at me. I ignored him and helped Uncle Lucas to the dining room.

After sitting in my usual seat, I looked across at Uncle Lucas and his wife.

"Can I check your prescription after breakfast?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied.

"Why do you want to check? You won't understand anything," Lynda said as she entered, Adrian behind her.

To my surprise, he sat on my right, in the head chair. I'd assumed he'd sit on the left, as he usually did at family dinners.

Lynda approached my seat. "Why are you sitting here? It's my seat. Or have you forgotten you're no longer Adrian's wife?"

I opened my mouth to reply, started to stand, but Adrian stopped me.

"It's okay, Lynda. Sit next to her."

I stared at him, stunned. He didn't look at me and began to eat. Lynda was shocked. Auntie Grace looked at her. "Why are you still standing? Take another seat. Natalia is our guest. She can sit anywhere."

"Y-Yes, Auntie," Lynda mumbled, sitting beside me.

Auntie Grace started serving Uncle Lucas breakfast. As she reached for the peanut butter, I said, "Auntie, don't give him that. He has a nut allergy."

Everyone looked at me. Adrian raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"I saw it on his medical reports," I replied.

"Why were you looking at his reports?" he asked.

"I wanted to check," I said.

Lynda laughed. "How stupid! I heard you stopped your education after marriage. How would you understand medical reports?"

Lynda continued her offensive comments. Auntie Grace glared at her, and she quickly lowered her head.

All my reservations about discussing my past vanished. I saw her for the evil woman she was. Let's expose you today, I thought, smiling at her.

"You have so much to talk about. Let's talk about my conversation with my father."

"What do you mean, Natalia?" I could hear the nervousness in her voice. I said, in front of everyone, "Don't act so smart. I still have the message you sent me."

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