Xavier's POV
Like dutiful soldiers in this political bulls#t handed down directly from the Alphas, we now have to attend an extended invitation at Silver Moon Pack. Alpha Malcom Soner is holding court, and the entire hockey team has been invited to share a meal with them to smooth over old grudges and play nice for the cameras.
I’m standing near the elevators, positioning myself just slightly in front of Sloane as we wait to head up to our rooms to change for dinner. My shoulder brushed against hers a second ago, and even through the thick fabric of my team hoodie, the contact sent a sharp, electric hum straight down my spine. Moros is clawing at the inside of my ribs, restless and protective.
Then I hear the heavy, furious drag of footsteps against the tile.
Kai comes rounding the cor
