A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs

{Elira}

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The family was already seated when I entered. And I can’t tell why I’m usually the last to arrive.

Alpha Cyprus offered his usual warm nod, and I curtsied lightly to him and Luna Gwenith, who ignored me.

Then, I took my seat.

As I picked up my spoon, Alpha Cyprus turned his gaze to me. "Elira," he began, his voice calm but curious, "how are your lessons so far? Are you understanding the material?"

I straightened my shoulders, hands tightening slightly around the spoon. "Yes, Alpha. I’m trying my best. Rennon and Lennon are... very patient."

Beside him, Lennon huffed a quiet laugh. "She’s doing more than trying," he said, glancing at me with a teasing smile that made my heart trip. "She’s picking things up faster than I expected."

My cheeks burned. I lowered my gaze to my plate, but couldn’t stop a small smile from tugging at my lips.

Alpha Cyprus’s eyes softened. "Good. I’m glad to hear that," he said. "You have potential, Elira. Don’t doubt that."

Across the table, Zenon didn’t speak. His gaze felt cold and heavy, like a winter wind brushing my skin. But I told myself not to let it sink into my bones.