Arlene's POV
Annabella emerges from the kitchen carrying an elegant dessert tray. She sets down delicate biscuits alongside pristine teacups that catch the light beautifully. Her partner follows behind, arranging a glass coffee press with cream and sugar on the side.
Both servants offer respectful bows before retreating to the kitchen once more.
"So you wanted a proper dinner date at home and just snapped your fingers? That simple?" I reach for the coffee pot, still amazed by the effortless luxury.
"Pretty much," Warner grins, watching as I pour his cup along with mine. "It comes with the territory of being the strongest wolf and running everything. We're pack animals by nature. Lower ranking wolves are programmed to follow orders and curry favor with alphas."
