Bella's POV
Fourteen hours later, I arrived at Los Angeles International Airport on a hot afternoon, carrying my luggage. As I walked out of the airport, I searched for a taxi to take me to the Snow Moon pack, which was an hour away. While making my way towards the taxi stand, I spotted someone familiar and stopped in my tracks to get a better look.
“Mark?” I asked, raising a brow, and he smiled, revealing his charming smile.
“Welcome, Bella,” he said, stepping closer. “You recognized me,” he chuckled, and I flashed a weak smile. Despite the changes over the past ten years, he appeared more well-built, handsome, and attractive.
“Take her things,” he gestured to the men beside him, who approached and took my bags. “The alphas asked me to pick you up from the airport,” he announced, and
