Zeph’s POV
The next morning, as I brushed my hair in front of the big mirror in my room, my mind drifted to the tense atmosphere between Terran and Vixxen. A soft knock came at the door.
“Come in,”
A servant stepped in, bowing slightly before speaking.
“Miss Zephyrine, Alpha Terran requests your company for breakfast in the dining hall.”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Alright, I’ll be there shortly. Thank you.”
After wearing the appropriate dress for training, I made my way to the dining hall, the enticing aroma of freshly baked and sizzling meals filling the atmosphere.
Terran was already seated, his usual commanding presence softened by the smile he gave me as I entered.
“Good morning, Zeph,” he greeted, gesturing to the seat opposite him.
“Good morning, Alpha Terran,” I repl
