We’re halfway down the stairs when I hear a voice that could raise the dead—and make it feel personally attacked for not moisturizing.
“BABES! I missed your face! Ughhh, it’s so frickin’ good to see you! Where is my Maymay? I’m gonna throw hands if she’s late!”
I barely get to the bottom step before Max launches himself at me like a human glitter bomb. He smells like citrus, expensive hair product, and just a hint of chaos. I squeal as he twirls me in a hug.
Behind me, Caden lets out a long-suffering huff.
Max pauses mid-spin. Slowly sets me down. Turns. And beholds the Alpha.
“Well, well, well,” he purrs, eyeing Caden like he’s a limited-edition dessert and Max skipped lunch. “No need to be jealous, Alpha. I’m not here to steal your woman. Although…” —he tilts his head and boldly sca
