KYLE POV
I wasn’t going to waste time.
Not when time with her felt like the rarest thing on earth.
Thank God we were quadruplets.
It gave me space to do what I needed to do. To plan this night the right way.
Our first date.
No training. No patrols. No formal dinners with half the pack pretending not to stare. She worked a full shift in the hospital, probably spent all day elbow-deep in blood and bureaucracy. I didn’t want to drag her somewhere noisy or crowded or demanding.
I wanted to give her peace.
More than that—I wanted her to see me.
The real me. Not the Savage Alpha, not the one who always played mediator between his brothers, not the strategic one. Just Kyle. Just the guy who used to sit on the floor of his mother’s art room with charcoal on his fingertips and paint smudg
