~Ava
We followed the maid into the house. The smell of lemon oil polish and burning sandalwood greeted us as we stepped inside. Each step I took echoed through the marbled hallway like a heartbeat. The walls were lined with family portraits — paintings of alphas, lunas, warriors… and something tugged at my chest. I couldn’t stop staring. My fingers itched to reach out and touch the frames.
Why did this place feel like home?
“Ava?” Luna Antoinette’s voice snapped me out of my daze.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Oh… just soaking in the memories, one week away from home feels like forever,” I lied with a smile.
We turned a corner and stepped into the sitting room. There they were — Alpha Garry and Luna Celene. My supposed parents.
The Alpha had a calm strength in his eyes, dressed in
