Seraphine's POV
My jaw practically hit the kitchen floor when I saw Alpha Theodore tying an apron around his waist. Those powerful arms that could tear through steel, those massive shoulders that commanded respect from every wolf in the territory, and there he was adjusting the strings of a frilly apron decorated with cartoon teddy bears.
The sight was so absurd I couldn't look away. This was the same man who could silence a room with one glance, whose very presence made grown wolves tremble. Yet here he stood, looking completely out of place in that ridiculous apron, his sharp jawline set in determination as he fumbled with the ties.
"Are you listening to me?" His voice cut through my stunned silence like a blade.
I blinked rapidly, trying to process what I was seeing. "I'm sorry, what?"
His dark eyes narrowed, and I caught the faintest hint of pink creeping up his neck. "I said go to your room and rest. I'll bring you something to eat."
