Ella POV
Alexander's family home was nothing like what I had imagined. His apartment was so sleek and high-end that I had expected his family residence to be a sprawling modern mansion equipped with the latest technology.
Instead, it was an old manor house—updated, yes—but still radiating a timeless, antiquated charm. The preserved details hinted at a deliberate effort to maintain the family’s ancestral legacy. The solid oak floors, antique furniture, and subtle touches of history spoke volumes.
As we stepped inside, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander, taking in the craftsmanship of the space. A short, middle-aged woman opened the door for us and immediately stepped aside, bowing reverently.
“Welcome home, Alpha Black,” she said politely.
“There’s no need to be
