Tyler's POV:
"Alpha, I will do it. I'm sorry," a maid hurried toward me in the kitchen, her head bowed low in apology.
"It's fine," I replied, my voice calm but resolute. "I want to do it myself."
At my words, the maid hesitated for a moment before taking a step back, her unease evident.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I poured hot water into the cup. The aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air.
My wolf stirred, satisfied, as if it too sensed the faint glimmer of hope that had been haunting my chest. Stephanie hadn't fought with me today not once. She didn’t argue, didn’t push me away. She was unusually quiet, giving me a rare and precious chance to care for her.
My heart swelled at the thought. Maybe, just maybe, she was finally beginning to accept me again.
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