“Why are you asking me that kind of question?”
Xavier’s voice cut sharply through the kitchen, the warmth from a few seconds ago disappearing almost immediately.
The pancakes suddenly didn’t taste as good anymore.
On the other side of the phone, Alpha Torvald exhaled heavily like a man already exhausted by the conversation before it had even properly started.
“Just answer the damn question, Xavier.”
I stayed frozen beside the kitchen island, my coffee growing cold between my fingers while Xavier’s entire posture slowly changed.
His shoulders tightened and his jaw hardened. It was terrifying how quickly this man could go from warm to dangerous.
“We met at a bar,” he answered finally, his voice calm but clipped. “I recognized the connection immediately.”
My chest tightened slightly a
