A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs

{Elira}

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After the payment was settled, Zenon turned slightly toward me.

"Take whatever you want," he said. "I will be at that table."

He gestured toward a table by the window—half-hidden behind a hanging potted plant, away from other guests—and walked away.

I stood there for a moment, watching him leave. A part of me wondered if he would eat.

’Probably not,’ I thought. Zenon doesn’t look like the type who eats breakfast. He seems like someone who drinks black coffee and broods in silence.

I grabbed a tray and started moving through the buffet line. The sight of real food—actual food—coaxed my appetite fully awake.

I served myself sausages, scrambled eggs, baked beans, a slice of toasted bread with strawberry jam, and poured a cup of hot chocolate.

Then my phone buzzed. I looked down and saw Lennon’s name.

I picked up immediately. "Hello?"

"Elira," Lennon’s voice rang with easy brightness. "Did Zenon pick you up already?"