Noah's brows furrowed, and Clair exchanged a glance with him before stepping forward. "Anabella, you don't have to push yourself so hard," Clair said gently. "You've been through so much recently. It's okay to take a break."
"I'm fine," Anabella insisted, her tone sharper than she intended. She stood, smoothing her skirt nervously. "The bakery needs me, and I can't afford to just sit around."
Noah let out a soft huff of frustration, crossing his arms. "You don't have to do everything by yourself, you know," he said, his voice edged with impatience. "You've got us. Two alphas who are more than willing to help you. Why are you trying so hard when you don't have to?"
