Alexa

Hector had come to me earlier, telling me I was from a pack called Silver Wolves Packs, but I still felt they were hiding something from me. And just when I heard someone call my name, when Lucy and I were headed to the dining room, my steps quickened.

One thing was sure: this person knew me, and I couldn't deny the fact that she looked familiar.

I had made a scene, ordering her to be my personal maid, and yes, they bought it.

My eyes met with the hurt in her—disappointed—as she ...