Brandon's POV
The universe must have been listening because right then, Alpha Marcus stepped out onto the porch, his presence both powerful and welcoming in that unique New Orleans style.
"Alpha Marcus," I said formally, standing to show proper respect. My parents exchanged knowing glances as I continued, "I wanted to properly introduce myself. I'm Brandon Johnson, Alpha Quentin's son."
Marcus's smile was warm but his eyes were sharp – definitely caught how I been looking at his daughter. "Brandon. I know exactly who you are. Been watching you watch my Jazmine since you arrived."
Damn, was I that obvious? But something about how he said her name – Jazmine – made Spade howl with recognition. Her full name was even more beautiful than her nickname.
"She just turned seventeen," Marcus c
