Chapter 42

Aria I was taking out the trash when two sleek black cars pulled up in front of the house. At first, I thought it might be the Luna coming here again, but the flag on the hood told me otherwise—it belonged to the Waterford Pack. My husband and son had already left for work, so it was just me and Suzy, his mate, at home. I frowned, wondering what business anyone from Waterford could possibly have with me. Then, from the second car, two men in fine suits stepped out, unrolling a red carpet with exaggerated precision. I stood there, arms crossed over my chest, silently watching. They opened the car door, and slowly, a pair of elegant legs stepped out, followed by the rest of her. My eyes widened the moment I recognized her. Bella Maxwell. The prized daughter of Alpha Hamilton himself. A woman whose beauty looked like it belonged on magazine covers—flawless, untouchable. And yet, here she was, walking toward my house. Neighbors and passersby began gathering, drawn by the display. Bella wal