"If you enjoy my cooking, you should come every day!"
"That would be—" I began automatically, the words out before I could stop them.
Then I caught myself and laughed awkwardly.
"I mean, I couldn't impose like that."
Before I could backtrack further, Alpha Sebastian's voice cut in—steady, quiet, and impossible to ignore.
"No imposition necessary."
I turned to him, surprised by how casually he said it—like it was already decided.
He didn't smile, but there was something warm in his eyes, something… steady.
Liam, of course, jumped on the moment.
"That settles it!" he declared cheerfully.
"I'll make extra dishes from now on!"
I stared blankly at both of them. How had a casual conversation turned into a standing dinner invitation? And was Sebastian's comment about not nee
