Alpha Kael sat on the couch, his gaze heavy on me as I walked toward him. The warmth of the firelight danced across his face, highlighting the sharp edges of his jaw, the calm authority in his eyes, eyes that once used to haunt me.
My hands trembled slightly as I held the tray, but I kept my steps steady, graceful. The scent of macaroni cheese—his favorite filled the air, rich and warm. A tall glass of pina colada juice shimmered beside it.
“Come on,” Kael said, his tone curious, his lips tugging at a smile. “What did you make this time?”
When I reached him, I handed him the tray and sat beside him, my eyes fixed on his face as he lifted the cover.
He froze. “Wow. My favorite meal,” he murmured, surprise softening his usual hard expression.
A faint smile played on my lips. “I know,” I
