The moment doesn’t last.
Because a knock rattles the front door — sharp, impatient, and absolutely not friendly.
Dominic’s head lifts instantly. Dane’s easy smile drops.
And the bond between us snaps tight, warning, alert.
Dominic mutters, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Dane rises first, rolling his shoulders. “He wouldn’t show up this early unless something’s wrong.”
“Or unless he wants to start s**t,” Dominic growls.
My stomach twists. “Who is it?”
Neither of them answers.
Another knock. Harder.
Followed by a voice that sounds like barbed wire dragged over stone:
“Open the damn door. Now.”
Dane swears under his breath. “Alpha Maddox.”
I freeze.
The previous Alpha, their father.
Dominic steps in front of me without thinking, body rigid, face carved out of storm clouds. “Sta
