The morning light crept softly through the thin curtains of their shared bedroom, silver rays catching on Tina's hair like liquid sunlight. Her blue eyes blinked awake, groggy but immediately focused. Today was important. Not for the world, not for the mansion—for Andrew. Her alpha instincts buzzed lightly, a mix of excitement and chaotic determination. Andrew's side of the bed was empty, his pillow indented where his head had been moments before. Tina blinked, stretching and yawning, and suddenly a mischievous thought hit her.
~The day begins. Operation: Birthday for my omega.~
