Shana blinks, clearly taken aback by my openness. She seems pleasantly surprised but doesn't comment further on the matter. Instead, she smiles warmly and nods.

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind.”

As we continue our quiet walk through the garden, I can't help but wonder if I'm finally letting go of the past, of the mistakes I made in my relationship with Abby. It's a small step, but it feels significant.

I just wish that I was making things right with Abby instead.

The soft glow of the television screen fills the room as I sit in my office, watching Abby's interview. She looks absolutely stunning, her confidence and grace shining through as she speaks.

A smile tugs at my lips, and for a moment, I can't help but feel a swell of pride and happiness for her.

She's come a long way, and it's evident in every word she utters. Her journey from the cook-off to this moment has been nothing short of remarkable, and I'm glad to see her flourishing.

But then the dreaded question comes. The interviewer wants to know about me, about the mystery sous chef named Ken".

Abby pauses, and it's then that I see it. A flicker of something in her eyes—something that looks like sadness. I feel my wolf tug at me as she responds, as poised as ever.

"We were old friends,” she says. “He wanted to lend a helping hand when I needed it the most, and... And I'm incredibly grateful for his support, and I'll never forget what he did for me.”

As I watch her, my chest tightens, and a fleeting thought crosses my mind. I almost consider picking up the phone and calling her. I want to hear her voice, not on the television, but directed toward me.

But I can't. My hand, which was slowly inching toward the phone, drops back to my desk.

She's in the midst of preparing for the Alpha gathering, and I don’t want to disrupt her focus. Plus, there's a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. What if she’s still upset with me? What if my call affects her ability to perform at the gathering?

I let out a sigh, torn between the desire to reach out to her and the responsibility that comes with being an Alpha. Duty wins this time, and I decide to postpone the call.

Instead, I focus on the paperwork spread across my desk. There are meetings to schedule, decisions to make, and a myriad of tasks that are begging for my attention. The clock is ticking, and I can't afford any distractions right now.

As I delve into the work, time slips away, and the television becomes nothing more than background noise. My mind is consumed by the responsibilities of my position, and before I know it, I'm losing track of the outside world.

Just when I'm about to delve into a particularly important report, Marcus suddenly bursts into the room, his expression frantic.

“Karl, you won't believe this!” he exclaims.

I look up, concern flashing through my eyes. “What's wrong?”

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “It's Ethan. He's awake.”

I blink in shock, my heart pounding in my chest. Ethan, my older brother, who has been in a coma for years... woke up? I knew that it was supposed to happen soon, but I didn't expect it to be so sudden.

Now, it feels like a miracle just happened. I push back my chair and stand, my mind racing with a million thoughts.

“Are you serious?” I ask.

Marcus nods vigorously. “Yes, I just got a call from the doctor. They said he regained consciousness a little while ago. They want you to come right away.”

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