Daisy’s POV
“We have no clue-“ Donovan began, but Noella quickly interrupted him.
“Enough,” she said, her tone leaving no argument. “I will not have the sons of those selfish alphas under my roof while we speak.”
“Aunt Noella, please—“ I tried to interject, but she quickly raised her hand in disapproval.
The quadruplets hesitated for a heartbeat; Nicholas looked a bit hurt, while his brothers looked confused. Then, with a resigned shuffle, they moved toward the door. Donovan paused at the threshold, glancing back at me. “We’ll be right here,” he murmured before going outside.
I wanted to protest, but I realized I couldn’t force my aunt to let go of her resentment, so I decided to remain quiet instead and only nodded with understanding.
“Please tell me what happened,” I asked her, al
