Ivy's POV
"Oh." My mother laughed, casually waving her hand. "I think every parent wants their children to find exceptional mates. Wouldn't you agree, Alpha Rober?" She wrapped her arm around me protectively. "As parents, we simply want the absolute best for our little ones." Her gaze shifted deliberately to Warren. "Like your son—surely you want him to find the most compatible female possible?"
Rober's tense posture relaxed slightly as he nodded. "Yes. Indeed I do." His eyes remained fixed on me, but I deliberately turned toward Keir.
"I apologize, Keir," I said with a forced smile. "I wanted to help with the register, but I'm afraid I don't know how to operate it." I gestured awkwardly at the machine.
Keir approached, his nose wrinkling. "Didn't I tell you to lock up?" He pointed toward the mop bucket by the counter. "Did you spill descentling spray?"
