Bella’s POV
Aunt stood at my door and watched as I folded my clothes into my luggage. I could feel her inquisitive eyes on me, and I knew she had a lot to say, a lot to tell me, a lot to explain, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen to any of her talks. The shocking discovery I just learned was a hard pill for me to swallow. I couldn’t believe that Alpha Peterson, a man I was angry at, was actually the one who had been sponsoring me for the past eight years. It was something I was finding hard to accept.
“When will you be back?” Aunt asked from my door.
“In a week,” I murmured, not wanting to look her way.
“Don’t you think you are packing a lot of stuff? This stuff is for a month-long trip,” Aunt complained, and indeed she was right. The plan wasn’t just to attend Alpha Peterson's funera
