The next morning unfolded much like the one before, the tension palpable as the household gathered for breakfast. Axel sat at the table, his jaw tight and his eyes fixed on Tay, shooting daggers with every glance. Tay, as usual, feigned complete oblivion to the hostility, sipping his coffee with an air of serene detachment.
Maya tried to keep the mood light, but it was clear Axel’s nerves were stretched thin. Anya, sitting beside her mate, subtly squeezed his hand under the table, a silent reminder to remain calm. Maya noticed the gesture and gave her a faint smile, but her own unease grew with every passing second. It seems that he was still pissed at the stunt Tay pulled yesterday regarding the concubines.
Once breakfast was done, Tay leaned back in his chair, his casual posture not be
