Chapter Twenty-one: The Alpha’s Plans
Tristan held Taunie close for one last lingering moment, breathing her in, grounding himself in her warmth. When he finally eased back, his hands stayed on her waist, thumbs brushing slow circles that made her breath catch. “There’s something I want tonight,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “Something just for us.” Taunie’s eyes softened. “What do you mean?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes going distant as he opened the pack mind link. Symoan. The head kitchen lady responded instantly, her mental voice brisk and warm. Yes, Alpha? I need something special prepared for tonight. A private dinner for Taunie and me. Something elegant. Something she’ll love. Symoan’s delight practically sparkled through the link. Of course, Alpha. I’ll make it
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