Elena
The small talk I had with Grandpa had turned into a bigger mess the moment Alpha Alaric arrived.
My gaze fell onto him who had barged the study, storming his way inside. His hair was still wet—clearly from a recent shower—and the moment he stepped into the study and his eyes fell onto grandpa, the air around him shifted.
His gaze burned with anger, his face darkened to the point that even the room seemed to grow colder. I could even scent a faint killing intent radiating from him.
I knew all too well the reason why he was here.
Before when grandpa and housekeeper Kathy had planned to drug us—putting aphrodisiac on our cup for us to roll the bed together and for their so-called helping us get even more closer—Alaric was the first to show anger about it.
He had even
