Luca's POV
I muster up the courage to finally step into my bedroom to check on Krystal and find her looking more vibrant than before. Despite being confined to her bed, she exudes her usual energy, engrossed in the TV while sipping coffee from a mug that bluntly reads 'f**k off'.
"Wow, you're looking quite colorful," I comment with a hint of surprise, noticing her chuckle in response.
"Luca? I honestly didn't expect you to visit after our last encounter. But you don't owe me anything. Besides, my pack is aware of my cancer, so if the worst happens, your pack won't face any repercussions from them. They're surprisingly decent Werewolves," she explains casually.
I nod, observing her closely as she meets my gaze. "Why did you marry me, Krystal? And what motivated you to order the raid on
