C39 The meal

ALPHA BRAN'S POV

I leaned back against the doorframe, my arms crossed, watching as Casey bent down beside Asher, her voice as soft and calm as a gentle breeze.

Her patience was impressive, especially given how stubborn Asher could be at times. I couldn’t help but admire her ability to keep her cool, even as I could see the edges of her patience wearing thin. Asher was digging in his heels