As usual, Sylvia woke up early with her husband to make breakfast. While the alphas got ready for their day of hard work, Sylvia was busy in the kitchen.

“What are you making?” Xander asked with a yawn. He sat on a stool ready to wolf down whatever Sylvia prepared. He filled his plate with unhidden hunger.

“I am making banana milk for Dorian,” Sylvia smiled brightly. “I used to make it for a family I worked for. Their children loved it. I thought that Dorian could try it,” she added, looking up at the alpha. Xander looked suddenly tense. The alpha averted his gaze. “Is something wrong, Alpha?” the...