Harriet had been waiting days to share a meal with her grandson, and when Elliot Presgrave finally returned to Presgrave Residence, the atmosphere settled into something warm yet structured, like a quiet pack gathering. Even something as simple as dinner carried weight—it reinforced bonds, hierarchy, and unspoken expectations. Seated across from him, Harriet hesitated before speaking, her gaze searching his face.
"Elliot, did Anastasia really mean it when she said she would never accept a mate?"
He remained composed, his movements controlled as he replied, "Relax, Grandma. Things change all the time." His tone was calm, but beneath it lingered the quiet certainty of an Alpha who believed fate could still be claimed.
Harriet sighed softly. "I've been speaking to Nigel. I told him not to give up on Anastasia so easily. I thought he might try harder."
