Lucian's POV
Lucian , don't overreact. That is exactly what he wants you to do. Keep calm and just smile.
I repeated the mantra fiercely in my mind, forcing my racing alpha instincts down into a dark corner. A slow, incredibly calm smile crept onto my lips as I walked further into the bakery, my boots clicking rhythmically against the tiled floor.
"Alina," I said smoothly, my eyes locking onto her.
She stood up from the table immediately, looking at me with wide, surprised eyes. "Lucian... you didn't tell me you were coming to the bakery today."
"Do I really need to ask for permission from my fated mate just to visit her own bakery?" I asked, tilting my head with an amused grin as I pulled out a chair right next to her and sat down.
"Of course not," she murmured, a soft flush hitting her cheeks. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"Just bring me your absolute best," I replied, keeping my voice gentle.
