Fabrice POV
Geneviève perched eternally in her high heels struts into the alpha house behind Damien, her posture sharp, purposeful, as though she’s marching toward a battle she’s already chosen.
“Cupcakes?” Aurélie repeats lightly. “Hmm, I’m sure Denise would help with that.”
She presses a gentle kiss to Delphine’s cheek before guiding her toward the house.
“Of course I will, poppet,” Denise replies warmly, winking as she takes Delphine from Aurélie’s arms. Miss Lambert follows closely as they head for the kitchen.
The moment we step inside, Geneviève slams Damien’s office door. I catch the hiss of her voice too low to make out the words but the sound of Damien’s answering growl carries clearly through the corridor.
Aurélie frowns faintly beside me.
“Lucas, in here. Now!” Damien bel
