LOGIN"Dad, I've checked the HD surveillance footage countless times," Misha said. "The bullet grazed her face—I'm sure of it. There's only one explanation for her face being unharmed: this isn't her real face. She's wearing a mask!"She turned to Tabitha. "Do you have anything to say?"It seemed Misha had solid proof this time; otherwise, she wouldn't be so confident.Tabitha gave up defending herself. "No," she replied, her voice flat.Misha was overjoyed. She clapped her hands smugly. "Then let's see who you really are."Two Omegas walked over carrying two basins of water and threw them at Tabitha without warning.Derek immediately threw himself over her, taking the brunt of the cold water."Derek! What are you doing?" Misha shouted. "The special-effect prosthetic mask on her face will warp and peel off once it gets wet. I'm just—"Tabitha gently pushed Derek away and calmly looked at everyone. "Are you really that desperate to know who I am?"Algernon had already stood up. "Who exactly
"Dad, I understand," Misha replied. "Oh, by the way, since Vanessa saved your life twice, I'm thinking about hosting a banquet at the packhouse to thank her.""Didn't you always dislike her?" Algernon asked."That's a separate matter. She saved you, so she deserves our gratitude. And since Derek was the one who brought her here, we owe him thanks too.""Alright. I'm glad to hear you say that. If you two can truly get along, I won't have a thing to worry about. Go make the arrangements."Algernon felt a sudden wave of relief—his daughter had truly grown up; she was no longer the willful girl she used to be.Misha invited the Rios family, Derek, and a few others.When Tabitha received the invitation, her first thought was: "What's Misha up to this time?"The last time Misha hosted a banquet, she'd drugged Tabitha and Derek. Surely she wouldn't try the same trick twice.As for the idea that this was just a thank-you dinner, Tabitha didn't believe it for a second.A leopard never changes i
Misha sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively gripped the hem of her shirt. "Mom, don't scare me. You're not saying she's an infiltrator in our pack, are you?""I can't say for sure."Bonnie shook her head, her brow furrowing even deeper. "But right now, there's definitely something off about her identity. She's hidden her past remarkably well.""Then what should we do?"Misha's voice carried a note of panic. "Could she be after Dad?""Hard to say."Bonnie stood and paced the room. "If she wanted your father dead, she wouldn't have saved him twice. She's after something else.""Then we have to expose her in front of everyone!" Misha shot to her feet.Bonnie stopped and turned to face her, her expression serious. "Listen to me. Your father trusts her completely right now. He's even let her come and go around the Alpha's villa freely. Don't say a word for now. We can't risk tipping her off.""Okay." Misha bit her lip and nodded.***But that night, back in her own room, she tossed and
Algernon frowned, digging through the depths of his memory for a long moment before finally shaking his head. "Eastfort Road... It doesn't ring a bell. That was ages ago. How could I still remember something like that?"The tiny spark of hope in Tabitha's eyes flickered out.Had she really been reading too much into it?But the woman in that painting was definitely Shana.Algernon set down his coffee cup, his calm gaze landing on her face. "You're acting strangely today. If there's something you want to ask, just say it. You've saved my life twice. I owe you more than I could ever repay. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you."Tabitha steeled herself.Even if Shana had once been his enemy, there was no harm in asking.And if he really did know her, she might finally get the answers she'd been searching for."Lycan Algernon, here's the case. Earlier today, while I was having coffee, I accidentally came across a—"
On a snowy day, there was nothing better than brewing a cup of coffee and lighting a scented candle.The media room was pleasantly warm, the heater running at full blast. Wisps of white steam curled from the kettle's spout, filling the room with warmth. Curled up on the sofa, Tabitha felt as though the cozy atmosphere had melted the tension from her bones. After an exhausting day, she finally got to relax.There were no confidential documents in the media room—only an impressive collection of premium coffee beans.Knowing how much she loved coffee, Algernon had told her long ago that she was free to help herself whenever she liked.Lost in thought, Tabitha noticed from the corner of her eye that the scented candle was about to burn out. She rose to fetch a new one from the cabinet.She pulled open a drawer. Instead of candles, several rolled-up paintings lay neatly inside. She accidentally knocked one out, and the scroll hit the floor with a soft, dull thud.She quickly knelt down to
Tabitha couldn't help but roll her eyes.Derek's childish behavior made her both angry and amused—he might as well have written "Tabitha is mine" on his forehead in bold letters.The once domineering and cold alpha now looked no different from a three-year-old child."Let me correct you," Cyrus spoke slowly. "She's your ex-mate."Tabitha's eyes widened slightly.If Derek was acting like a kid, then Cyrus wasn't much better. What was wrong with these two today?Derek scoffed, raising his chin dismissively. "Even if she's my ex, she was mine once. Unlike some people who never even had a chance."He paused and then added, "Besides, we have a few adorable kids—do you know how adorable my daughter is?"Was he really showing off now?Tabitha pressed a hand to her forehead, speechless.Cyrus responded unhurriedly, his tone carrying a faint hint of sarcasm. "It's impressive your kids ended up with green eyes."
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