C17 Ambushed

Zeph’s POV

The next morning, as I brushed my hair in front of the big mirror in my room, my mind drifted to the tense atmosphere between Terran and Vixxen. A soft knock came at the door.

“Come in,”

A servant stepped in, bowing slightly before speaking.

“Miss Zephyrine, Alpha Terran requests your company for breakfast in the dining hall.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Alright