(Tyra's POV)I watched as the maids drank the tea.“This helped a lot. Thank you, Freya,” one of them said.Freya shook her head. “I wasn't the one who made it. Miss Lily did.”The maids turned towards me and heat at crept up my cheeks.“Thank you, Miss Lily. You didn't have to do this,” the maid said.“It's okay. I wanted to.”A small smile appeared on her face. “We're grateful.”I nodded, unsure of what else to say.Freya began collecting the empty mugs. I stepped forward to help, but one of the maids quickly took the mug from my hands.“No, Miss Lily. You're still recovering.”“I can still help.”“We know, but that doesn't mean you should.” She smiled. “If we'd known you were making tea for us, we wouldn't have let you do all this yourself.”I glanced at Freya for support, but she only smiled.“If Alpha Kanyon were here, I don't think he'd let you either,” she said. “It's probably best to follow his orders even while he's away.”She had a point.The last time I set foot in the kitc
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