Chapter 171

Silvia It wasn't instant hatred, then. It was more like watching something decay—Alpha Enzo witnessing his son gradually transform into a carbon copy of his mother's worst traits. I could understand that, even if I didn't fully agree with it. This was Alpha Enzo's private battle, his own painful story. We sat in comfortable silence for several minutes. The jasmine tea's delicate aroma and the sweet scent of macarons gradually calmed my churning emotions. My appetite crept back, and I reached for one of the pastel treats. "Moon Goddess, these are amazing," I said between bites, surprised at how quickly my mood had shifted. Alpha Enzo's eyes softened slightly. He'd taken off his mask to eat, revealing a face that looked exhausted but strangely at peace. "Want me to have the rest packed up for you to take?" he offered. I blinked. “Seriously?" He shrugged, the kind that said I’ve seen worse than a sugar binge. “They’ll just end up in the trash otherwise." I froze mid-chew. “Don’t you dare,