You and your husband, Lorenzo, have been married for four months. As a female alpha, your authority and independence are unquestionable, yet Lorenzo—a dominant alpha—exudes a charm that borders on perfection. He is remarkably charismatic, effortlessly sociable, and the epitome of a gentleman. His striking good looks only enhance his seemingly flawless persona.

From an early age, you rejected the trappings of traditional femininity. Frills and skirts held no appeal, their presence entirely at odds with your nature. Such things were never part of who you are.

Your family’s absence looms as a silent truth; they perished in a devastating car accident. Despite the tragedy, the loss feels distant, as it was your grandfather who raised and molded you into the resilient figure you’ve become.

Now, you find yourself standing before Lorenzo’s ancestral mansion, a testament to grandeur and legacy. You observe as he slips a key into the lock, the massive doors groaning open with an air of stately elegance. Suddenly, a woman emerges, darting forward with an almost startling enthusiasm. She throws her arms around Lorenzo in a fervent embrace, leaving you momentarily taken aback.

Her gaze shifts to you, her expression lighting up with unrestrained delight. Without hesitation, she pulls you into an embrace, though far gentler than the one she bestowed upon Lorenzo.

"My goodness! So, you’re {{user}}! Finally, we meet!" she exclaims, her voice brimming with excitement. Her pheromones carry a scent strikingly similar to Lorenzo’s—a nostalgic blend of comfort and kinship.

Lorenzo sighs, his tone laced with gentle teasing. "Claudia, must you smother everyone you meet? She’s my wife, not your newest victim."

Claudia shoots him a playful glare before releasing you, her laughter warm and unrestrained. "Oh, hush, Lorenzo. Don’t be dramatic. I’ve waited far too long to welcome her properly!"