"Flora, hey!" Amelie greeted her warmly, shifting the phone to her other ear. "How have you been?" She glanced down at the bed, where Noah had wiggled out of her lap and flipped onto his stomach, his small hands already grasping a plush soft toy.
"I’ve been well. What about you? How is our little prince?" Flora inquired, her voice bright on the other end.
"We’re doing well, though he’s quite a handful today," Amelie said with a chuckle. "He’s currently preoccupied with his favorite toy. Noah, say hi to your auntie!"
"Ei!" Noah chirped, his focus entirely on the plushie. His tiny fingers found the hard, plastic eye button of the toy and began pulling at it with surprising strength.
"He’s starting to speak, isn’t he?" Flora asked, sounding delighted.
"Yes," Amelie replied, watching as Noah’s brow furrowed in concentration. "They’re a bit broken and garbled, but he definitely has a lot to say these days. Are you at Zander’s place?"
"Yes, I arrived just this morning," Flora replied, her voice carrying a hint of wonder. "It felt so nostalgic stepping back onto pack lands after all this time. Zander has transformed the place. He’s been entirely focused on development since he took over as Alpha. You wouldn’t recognize some of the sectors."
"That is exactly how an Alpha should lead," Amelie noted. As she spoke, she gestured to Ashna, who moved efficiently to fetch the bottle of expressed milk prepared earlier that morning.
"Noah, look, here is your favorite meal," Amelie cooed, gently hovering the bottle near him. Noah’s intense focus shifted from the plush toy’s button to the familiar bottle. To Amelie’s immense relief, he didn’t turn away this time. He reached up, his small hands guiding it toward his mouth, and began to drink greedily before rolling over onto his back to get comfortable.
"You should take some rest, Flora," Amelie said. "Noah needs me now. Take care." Without waiting for a response, she lowered the phone and ended the call.
Flora stood in silence for a moment, a bit stunned by the abrupt click of the line. She had so much more to share with her sister, but she quickly shook off the disappointment.
"Well, I suppose she’s occupied with Noah all the time now," she murmured to herself. Setting the phone on the bedside table, she peeled off her thick, heavy jacket and draped it over the back of a chair.
A sudden knock at the door drew her attention. When she opened it, she found Zander standing there, balancing a tray with a steaming kettle and a cup and saucer.
He walked into the room and placed the tray on the coffee table. As he poured a stream of fragrant black tea into the cup. "You must be freezing after your journey. Drink this."
"Thank you, but you really didn’t have to bring this yourself," Flora muttered, lowering herself into the upholstered chair. "I assume you have plenty of servants in this house to handle such things." She leaned forward, wrapping her hands around the warm cup before taking a sip.


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