Nathan stood at the door for a long time, his expression dark and sour, his wolf ears flattened against his head in frustration. In the werewolf world, such body language was a clear sign of his discontent.
In the end, he could only sullenly take Victoria back. His wolf tail twitched irritably as he led her away, a silent indication of his pent - up anger.
The Capital.
After shaking off the fatigue of travel, Nathan returned home. But instead of heading to the grand Hill family villa, a place that symbolized the power and wealth of his werewolf pack, he went to the smallest, least notable property he owned—a modest apartment that served as his and Isabella’s marital home.
The apartment was only 89 square meters. For an average person, owning property in such a prime location woul
