Maxine pov
As the days passed, I started to notice small changes in Liam’s behavior. He was still stern and demanding, but there was a hint of something else—something softer. He didn’t shout as much, and there were moments when I caught him watching me with a curious expression.
One afternoon, as I was leaving his chambers, he called out to me. "Maxine."
I turned, surprised. "Yes, Alpha?"
He hesitated as if struggling to find the right words. "Thank you," he finally said. "For the herbs."
I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips. "You’re welcome."
As I walked back to my cell, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could get better. I held onto that hope, determined to make the best of my situation.
In the following days, my visits to Liam’s chambers became a routine.
