***MICHAEL POV***
I led Alec to the bar for a Bloody Mary and chasers. While he ordered first, I realized that this was my first chance to look him up and down.
He was 6’4” with strong, broad shoulders and upper arm muscles the size of my thighs. His curly red hair was messily shaggy and brushed to the side in a way that would charm the hell out of Theresa if he turned it on with his eyes, which were a milk chocolate brown. His heavily freckled face and stubbly beard all accented his Irish-background, boyishly good looks. I can see why he was mated with Theresa. I could tell that he was going to have his hands full—I had heard a lot about her hatred of being a wolf—but with Theresa saying she was happy to be a wolf now, I wanted to know where Alec’s head was with her. After
