Third Person's POV
Seraphina pushed Dash's stroller and left the boutique.
Randall rubbed his chin, narrowing his eyes as he watched her retreating figure. He muttered to himself, "So she was customizing a birthday gift for Mortimer. If Mortimer finds out, who knows how thrilled he'll be? He probably won't even need his healing factor; he'll be able to jump right out of his hospital bed today."
Thinking this, he called the boutique manager over.
"Alpha, what are your orders?"
"That fountain pen Seraphina just ordered—have someone customize a matching couple's version and give them both to her tomorrow."
"Understood, Alpha. I'll do it right away."
Randall sat back in his plush leather chair, feeling incredibly smug about his little stroke of genius.
Meanwhile, at the Shadowfang Heal
