Chapter 221

Conrad's POV

On the top floor, the air was filled with the fragrance of roses. They were in full bloom as if hosting a party that only I could perceive.

I stepped onto the ground covered with petals, my gaze drawn to a woman sitting in front of a black piano.

As the son of Vincent, the Alpha of the Hawk's Gaze Pack, I inherited the sharp senses of the werewolves.

Yet, amidst the floral aroma, I de