For the past three days, Lora had been a shadow of her usual self. Ever since her night with Alpha Azriel, she'd felt on edge, agitated, and prone to snapping at everyone around her. The normally kind and gentle doctor had become sharp and irritable seemingly overnight. Her colleagues that were used to her easy-going personality were conflicted.
Mary's concern deepened with each passing day as she observed Lora's behavior. It was clear that something was deeply troubling her, and Mary couldn't bear to see Lora suffering in silence. She knew she had to intervene and offer her support.
Mary watched Lora carefully as they sat at the breakfast table, her concern growing with each passing moment. Lora's usual bright demeanor had dimmed, replaced by an aura of agitation and tension. She pushed
