Third-person POV
Just as things were getting steamy between Tristan and Callista, a sudden knock on the door shattered the moment, bringing their pleasure to an abrupt halt. A frown creased Tristan’s forehead when the knock interrupted their intimate moments.
“Who is that fool, disturbing my peace?” Tristan bellowed using his Alpha voice.
“I-I am sorry, sir,” the voice behind the door stuttered shakily as she cowered in fear when she heard Alpha Tristan’s voice roar from behind the door.
“What is it you want?” Tristan shouted again, his eyes fuming with rage.
“Dinner is ready and the dining is set, Alpha,” the maid at the door responded, still stumbling over her words.
“Do you have to tell...” was all Tristan could lashed out at the maid before Callista cut him off.
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