Irene's POV
I was humming as I walked into our pack’s mansion, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor echoing like music to my ears. For once, I was in a good mood—a dangerously good mood, the kind that made everyone around me take a few steps back because they didn’t know whether to smile with me or run for cover. The maids scurried to the sides as I breezed past, their eyes darting to the ridiculous grin plastered on my face. Let them whisper. Let them wonder. For once, I didn’t care.
Today, I felt like I was in control.
I barely paused to catch my breath when I reached the second floor. Without knocking, I threw open the heavy wooden door to my father’s study. “Father!” I called out, my voice dripping with the kind of fake sweetness that I knew annoyed him. “You woul
