Rowena's voice carried a faint edge of pride as she continued, "Also, Ms. Opheyla, one of our teachers, was worried I wouldn't be able to catch up with my academics since I transferred in the middle of the term, at least until she saw my results. She was stunned."
A wicked grin tugged at her lips as she remembered the look on Mr. Axel's face. He was cold toward her because of her low background, but his demeanor softened the moment he discovered she was a direct beneficiary of a scholarship from the Alpha himself.
"Really?" Zara asked, her tone holding a cautious edge.
"Hmm." Rowena gave a small nod, shutting the refrigerator with a soft thud. She tossed the empty bag into the trash after finishing with the groceries.
"Come sit over here, Wena," Zara said, patting the cushion on her right. The living room was warm with the faint scent of lavender.
Rowena strolled over and sat beside her mother.
