Nia POV
It is pleasantly peaceful in the garden as Declan prepares the steaks, and I watch with admiration as his big hands so easily spice the meat without dropping a grain of salt in the wrong place. Who knew the Alpha’s son could cook?
The lawn furniture is luxurious and comfortable, and I feel like a queen with a cold drink in hand. Beside me, Alpha Daniel is reminiscing about his youth, but I struggle to really listen. My mind is still occupied by what I saw, and my eyes keep darting towards the tree. Is Declan right? Was it just an eccentric man pranking people?
Whatever the truth is, it was a disturbing experience. It left me unsettled and, frankly, a little scared.
“Dad,” Declan says, putting down the salt. “Would you start and keep an eye on the food, please? I’m going to run
