0113.

Hailey's POV

Early morning light poured through the kitchen windows, giving the dining table where I was seated across from Alpha Zacs warm glow. Before the day truly began, the home was stilla rare and precious moment of peace. Our vibrant five-year-old daughter Kendall was still asleep upstairs, so the two of us could enjoy this quiet breakfast together.

Alpha Zac grinned at me after sampling the fluffy scrambled eggs; his eyes softened with a kindness that always made my heart skip a beat. "This is fantastic, Hailey," he remarked with genuine gratitude in his rich voice. "You really didn't need to go through the hassle of cooking. We have maids specifically for that."

Feeling both pride and satisfaction, I returned his smile. "I knew, but I wanted to do this. It feels more personal, more... us." I stretched across the table and he grabbed my hand in his, his touch firm but gentle.

We held hands for a moment, our relationship stronger than words could express. I inhaled deeply, feel