KYLE POV
I couldn’t believe it at first.
One second we were just heading toward the kitchen, joking about Kingsley’s new tragic obsession with herbal tea—
The next, boom.
My nostrils flared.
Peaches. Orange blossoms. Honey.
Fuck.
Perfect.
Sweet, fruity, floral—like spring had bloomed inside a wildfire. It wrapped around my senses and knocked Echo flat on his ass. Or maybe he was the one roaring in my chest. Hard to tell. My heart was suddenly sprinting like we were being chased.
Across the hall, Kingsley stopped mid-step, blinking at me.
Kendrick’s head snapped up from his phone, nose twitching.
And Keegan? He didn’t say s**t. Just growled low in his throat and took off.
Like idiots, we followed.
All of us. Alphas—fully grown men—running down a hallway like kids chasing an ice
