**Freya's POV**After having our meal in silence, Tristan was the first to be done with his food and when he was done, he wiped his mouth. Havana, who had been standing all through the course of the meal, immediately, walked over to the table and wiped off his plates. I, on the other hand, was still struggling to be fine with my breakfast. I don't feel that comfortable eating with him. I feel so nervous at the same time, scared of making any mistake that would make him question me. I don't want that, and the only way for me to fight the situation was to be careful of my reaction and response. “Elizabeth, are you okay?” His question immediately made me look up at him at once. “Yes, I am,” I answered, scooping a spoon full of the salad I was served. “You don't seem to enjoy the good. Could it be that you don't enjoy cooking? Havana! How dare you prepare what Elizabeth does not like!”Immediately, Havana knelt on the floor and begged for forgiveness. “I'm so sorry, Alpha. I will do
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