Tyson’s POV:
Dad: I could use some help with some numbers today.
Tyson: Can we do it after lunch?
Dad: What reason do you have to make your Alpha wait, son?
Tyson: My mate wants to garden with me.
Dad: Good boy.
“I’m ready when you are,” she said with a bright smile, standing in the doorway that led to the hallway. She was wearing a pair of shorts, a loose t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers, the casual look only making her more beautiful in my eyes. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, wisps of it escaping to frame her face, and her blue eyes sparkled as they met mine.
“We don’t have to do this, love,” I told her with a small smile, knowing that gardening with me probably wasn’t the most exciting way she could be spending her time. It wasn’t like I had anything particularly thrilli
