"But when she fell in love with your father," Dorothy continued, "she came to me and begged me to teach her cooking. Said she wanted to win his heart through his stomach." She chuckled fondly. "A proud Alpha's daughter, willing to learn cooking just for love."
This revelation stirred complicated feelings within me. As a child, I'd believed my parents' love was deep and true. My father had fallen into a severe depression after my mother died from a rare wolfsbane poisoning.
Yet he'd remarried just two years later—to my mother's best friend, Natalie.
"Grandma Dorothy," I asked quietly, "do you know Natalie Winters?"
Dorothy's brow furrowed in thought. "Is she your mother's good friend? Yes, they were close classmates in Riverdale University. They visited often together."
I swallowed har
