Lina's POV
I leaned closer to the screen—and my jaw dropped.
*Oh my God.*
Alpha Marcus was glaring at Wendy with pure, murderous rage.
And Wendy was *standing* in front of him. Her wheelchair had been kicked over and lay on its side.
"Marcus, I raised you. You don't have to repay me, but to actively sabotage me? I've cleaned up your messes at least ten times over the years, haven't I?" Gloria's voice was ice-cold.
"Now this *w***e* tried to poison me. If I hadn't been lucky—if my granddaughter-in-law hadn't risked herself to save me—I'd be dead and burned to ash by now. You probably wouldn't even have bones left to bury!"
"So I'm asking you one question, Marcus. Just one."
Gloria stood in the garden pavilion, snow swirling around her like a veil. I couldn't make o
