Brian's POV
Special guest???
Ashley. Rebecca. These two names clashed in my head like a thunderstorm, sparking chaos everywhere. No. This can't be real. Rebecca was like a ghost—just a name whispered in art critiques and auction house legends. And Ashley... she was Brooklyn's Cinderella, the Omega I pulled out from the mud, someone who couldn't even summon her wolf spirit. How could these two identities belong to the same person?
Just minutes ago, I was mocking her using this very identity, throwing it in her face. But now? Reality came back and smacked me hard, loud and merciless. Me, the Alpha of Blackwood Pack, didn't even know my own wife was the genius painter adored by all of North America's elite society.
"Brian..." Silvia's voice snapped me out of my spiraling thought
