DANIELA/GIFT POV
My wolf, Elena, had been strangely silent since that night.
I swallowed hard, unwilling to admit—to even myself—that I knew exactly who I had been with.
But the plan was simple. Pretend I didn’t remember anything.
“Excuse me, I need to prepare the gifts for the kids,” I said, my voice measured, my gaze locked on Alphonce. I deliberately ignored his request, knowing that my heart—no, my entire being—was elsewhere. Especially after that damned night.
Goddess.
I scoffed under my breath, my frustration simmering beneath my skin. Without another word, I turned on my heels and strode toward the entrance, my movements stiff with suppressed emotion.
I could feel Alphonce’s eyes on me, a scorching weight against my back, but he didn’t follow. A deep sigh of relief left my li
