Caesar's POV
On the drive to the garden villa, Marcus glanced at the time. "Alpha, arriving at this hour—won't the old lady already be asleep?"
"No," I replied evenly.
It was only nine o'clock.
Megan wasn't like other elderly wolves. She routinely stayed up until the early morning hours, either watching television dramas or listening to audiobooks about billionaire romance novels.
When I walked through the door, Megan hadn't expected me at all. She was sprawled on the couch and couldn't be bothered to move. "What are you doing here at this ungodly hour? If you have time to visit me, shouldn't you be out courting your mate?"
She didn't even try to hide her disdain. As far as she was concerned, I didn't deserve to see her if I couldn't even manage to bring her a granddaug
