#Chapter 220: The Wife

Tessa

Roderick’s estate was exactly what I expected from an Alpha who valued tradition above all else—grand, stately, and dripping with old money. The long driveway was lined with ancient oak trees, and the house itself was a sprawling stone mansion that looked like it belonged on the cover of some magazine or another.

“Good evening,” the butler said with a slight bow as he greeted us at the door.