“My mother and I are the only two humans in this pack.
My mother remarried after giving birth to me. My stepfather was alpha Alexander’s second older brother, Ryan Windsor.
So, strictly speaking, Alexander was my uncle, but I had never called him “Uncle Alexander,” because I wasn’t qualified. I am just an ordinary human, while he is hailed as the most outstanding alpha in the family.
In my previous life, I apologized in a panic in the face of these people’s accusations, so everyone assumed that I was the one who drugged alpha Alexander.
Later, Alexander had to bond with me because I was carrying his baby. He wasn’t the only one hating me. Everyone in town despised me, thinking I was a schemer who would do anything to bond into a wealthy family.
But they didn’t know, I was alpha Alexander’s fated mate.
How ironic! The destined mate of the most outstanding alpha is just an ordinary human, not even a werewolf.
In this life, I wanted to change my tragic destiny!
As I looked around and saw the Windsors sitting upright and composed, I didn’t feel as scared as I was in my previous life.
Just as I was about to speak, the steady footsteps of a man sounded from behind. Everyone, except for Xander, showed respect.
A tall figure walked past me. The butler took the coat from his arm and greeted,”Mr. Alexander.”
Alexander nodded and locked eyes with Xander, who sat in the main seat. Then, he slowly took his seat. He didn’t look at me for once, as if I was of no importance to him.
I, on the other hand, stared at him without blinking until he looked my way. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. It’s simple, isn’t it? I was a human, and the dominance of a werewolf meaned nothing to me.
In an instant, memories of my previous life came flooding back, and I instinctively trembled, biting my lips. I clasped my hands together, feeling as if I was holding my baby daughter Gabriella’s hand.
I could never forget Alexander’s face. The outline of his face was profound. His black eyes were deep and unfathomable. On the thumb of his left hand, there was a red jade ring, shining with the color of blood, looking cold and dangerous just like him.
He met my gaze, and his hand, which was turning the ring, paused involuntarily. When a pair of fair and tender hands rested on his shoulders, he returned to his indifference.
It was Charlotte. She had just cried; her eyes were red, and her delicate face was full of grievances.
Everyone finally arrived!
Xander picked up the coffee cup in front of him, casting a seemingly casual glance at me. There was a hint of coldness in his gaze, looking terrifying.
“You and your mother have been living in here for so many years, and we’ve treated you well. We have never demanded anything because of your human status. Likewise, you should respect werewolves. If you have done something wrong, you should admit it.”
His words made Monica panic even more. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed my arm, crying and pleading,”Apologize to Sir Windsor now! Once you do, everything will be fine. Don’t make the situation worse!”
Everything would be fine? How naive. Monica had no idea that Xander had no intention of letting me off the hook. He was just waiting for me to apologize so that I could be the scapegoat and bear all the accusations. After all, it’s much easier to trouble a human than to trouble a werewolf.
I straightened my back, scanned the crowd, and finally looked at Alexander. Our eyes met; his gaze was icy and unmoved. It seemed that he knew what I would end up with.
But this time, I wouldn’t be a pushover anymore.
Under his stare, I stood up, supporting my numb knees, and chuckled softly.
“Why should I apologize?”
“What did you say?” Xander turned pale with anger, spilling a considerable amount of coffee from his cup.
I said word by word,”First of all, it wasn’t me who drugged him, so why should I apologize? My scent is still easy to distinguish from other werewolves, isn’t it?
Secondly, the one in the photo is so blurry. Why did the paparazzi claim it to be me? Did anyone see me sleeping with Uncle Alexander? Or did Uncle Alexander see it was me because he was sober? If he had been sober, he wouldn’t have slept with me. He already has a partner. I have faith in Uncle Alexander’s loyalty. If he hadn’t been sober, who can prove that it was me?”
I would never admit it!
Unless Alexander was willing to admit it, the woman in this photo could be anyone. But how could Alexander admit it since he loved Charlotte so much? She was his future partner.
I knew what he was thinking. He was hoping the person from last night wasn’t me! Beacuse he knew the one was his fated mate. However, the truth was just the opposite.
Alexander’s face darkened, and his fist clenched. Instead of answering me, he questioned me,”What did you call me?”
“Uncle Alexander.”
I looked at him coldly, suppressing all my emotions. From now on, I would try my best to get over him, making things right.
