I went upstairs and looked at the two corners.
“Which one? The right one or the left one?” I asked myself, remembering that I had forgotten to ask about which corner.
I followed my instincts and went to the far left corner. I realized the room was at the end of the corner.
I walked slowly and came to a halt in front of the door.
I opened the door and gasped.
It was a master bedroom.
A sense of order and cleanliness washed over me. Every corner was meticulously arranged, as if each item had been carefully placed with purpose.
A king-sized bed stood proudly at the center, its regal presence commanding attention.
The room itself had an air of elegance, with flawless white furniture carefully arranged to create a sense of peace. The walls were painted a dark color. The window beside the bed gave a view of the forest.
To my surprise, I felt completely different vibes in this room.
“Bruce?”
I called his name. But I got no reply.
Where was he? Didn’t he say he was in the pack house?
I tried to dial his number, but his phone was unreachable.
I thought he would be back soon. So I took my time studying the entire room. My gaze was drawn to a photograph on the nightstand.
I took a slow step toward it and took the photo frame. It was a picture of two brothers.
Bruce and his big brother.
Unknowingly, I sat on the soft mattress and stroked Bruce’s face through the glass frame.
It looked like this picture was taken in their teenage days. Bruce looked cute, and his brother looked frigid, as others said about him. When he arrived at Bruce’s birthday celebration last year to wish him, I had only seen a glance of his face from afar. Bruce couldn’t even introduce me to him since he had to leave in a hurry for a pack meeting.
The age difference between them was only two years. However, Bruce respected his brother a lot.
In this picture, his brother looked handsome but was a very arrogant boy.
Who had thought that one day this boy would become the most powerful Alpha?
Whispers of his name echo through the corridors of power, spreading like wildfire among those who have witnessed his ruthless attacks in the war.
I was lost in the picture.
All of a sudden, a cold voice behind me made me come out of my thoughts and trembled me to the core.
“How dare you enter my room without my permission?”
“How dare you enter my room without my permission?”
I immediately stood up and turned to the door. The man standing at the door was none other than Bryan Morrison.
He possessed an undeniable charm, with his striking appearance.
But the chill in his gaze sent shivers down my spine. His dark eyes glared at me.
I let out a gasp, and my hand began to shake. The photo frame slipped out of my grasp and onto the floor without my knowledge.
I did not know that it was his room.
“B-Big Brother-in-law!” I said with a trembling tone.
“Brother-in-law? Is what I’ve heard correct, Bryan?”
After entering the room, a woman positioned herself next to Bryan.
She was a stunningly beautiful woman. She had a beauty that men usually worship. She was wearing a white dress that reached her knees. Her curves underlined her slender and attractive figure.
After giving me an in-depth look from head to toe, she turned her attention to him.
“Is she Bruce’s girlf…”
Bryan raised his hand to stop her from continuing to speak. His gaze moved down to the floor.
I slowly lowered my eyes and saw that the glass of the photo frame was broken!
My eyes widened when I saw the crack between the two brothers in the picture.
In a hurry, I sat down and reached out to touch the photo.
“I am cleaning it,” I said.
“Leave.” I heard him.
I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were still on the photo as if he were angry to look at me. And if he did, he would kill me.
I gulped and tried to apologize.
“I-I am sorry.”
“LEAVE.”
He yelled at me.
I flinched at his cold tone, and a shard of glass pierced my finger.
I lowered my head and stood up. I rushed out of his room while trying to control my tears.
The moment I came out of his room, tears began to stream down my cheeks. I stopped and bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying.
No one had ever talked to me like that. I sobbed and was about to move when I heard the woman talking to him.
“Bryan, she is so cheap. Did you see her dressing sense?”
I looked down at my clothes. What was wrong with my clothes? I was wearing a decent dress.
“What’s wrong with our Bruce? Does he really like that girl? I can’t believe this. He has such a bad choice!”
I frowned and made my way to the stairs. I did not want to stay a single second here. I did not come here to take any humiliation.
I climbed down the stairs and directly headed to the main door.
“Sophia?”
I heard someone calling me from behind. As I turned around, I saw Bruce’s mother, Juliana Morrison.
She tilted her head and smiled at me. “Hey! How come you are here? And why are you leaving?”
In an effort to get myself back under control, I smiled at her back.
I had seen her last year at Bruce’s birthday party, just like his big brother. But the difference was that Bruce could introduce me to his parents.
They knew me. His mother was a very nice lady.
“Luna, how are you?” I asked and walked to her.
She held my hands and told me to sit on the couch with her.
She glanced at the maids who were working there. They bowed to her and left the living hall.
She chuckled and shook her head in reply.
“I am not your Luna anymore. Mila will be your Luna very soon.” She said.
‘Mila?’ I thought about this name. She was talking about Bryan’s fiancee, the woman I had just seen in his room.
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