El
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A soft knock at her cottage door wakes El. When she opens it, a young pack member hands her a folded note.
She thanks him quietly and closes the door before opening it.
Just Ryker for breakfast, El.
—Kai
Her stomach tightens. Serving the Alpha alone feels daunting, but she nods to herself and sets the note beside Ryker’s from the night before.
She gets dressed.
Her uniform hangs neatly on the hook — a grey, form‑fitting dress with a deep V‑neck that is anything but modest, the hem short enough that it barely covers her thighs. Stockings and garters complete the outfit.
Most women would question why a chef’s uniform looks like this.
Why it’s designed to draw the eye instea
