Two Months Later
It had been two months since everything changed between Axel and me.
We were back in the pack house now and it felt good again to be back living in luxury. I had begun to once again feel like the girl I used to be. Even now, I was far from being that timid María José.
In two months, I had grown more than I ever had in eighteen years.
The grand ancestral mansion that had belonged to the Blackclaw line for generations had felt more homely than Don Diego's villa ever could.
Luna Ana was the mother I never had. She'd been so lovely to Camilla and me, making the heartbreaks that came with this place bearable.
This house was filled with history and even heavier with expectations. Although Axel's mother had welcomed us into their home after the wedding, which, for all its celebration, had felt more like a curated distraction than the start of a marriage, the Alpha was a different case.
