Chapter 157

Victoria's POV I felt my wolf, Nora, stir with concern as Grandfather adjusted his glasses with a troubled expression. "Nothing serious, just my doctor calling about an urgent check-up. The hospital phoned, and it sounds rather pressing," he explained, his voice steady despite the worry lines creasing his forehead. My protective instincts flared. "Should I come with you?" I asked, my fingers curling anxiously around the edge of my chair. The silver charm bracelet that concealed my true alpha scent clinked softly against the wood. Grandfather shook his head, his silver hair catching the afternoon light streaming through Patrick's bay windows. "Absolutely not. Today's Patrick's housewarming, and he's cooking for us. It would be terribly rude if we both left," he insisted, patting my hand reassuringly. "I'll go alone. The driver's already waiting downstairs. You stay here, Victoria." "But—" My protest died in my throat. I was genuinely concerned about Grandfather, but the thought of remai