Moe
Matthew smiled like this was some kind of joke. I pulled my brows together in a frown, confusion hitting me hard. “What’s so funny, Math? I’m really serious. What’s funny?”
I lowered my voice and stepped closer to him, my heart pounding against my ribs. Milo shifted in my arms, still sleepy and warm. “What relationship do you have with this man?”
Before Matthew could answer, Alpha Ing’s voice cut through the room like it owned the place. “So, Moe,” he said, calm and steady, “ready to tell me the truth now?”
I turned on him fast. “And why would I do that? I take it you don’t believe what I said to you last night. Fine. But I’m not sharing my personal life with a stranger.” The words came out sharp, but my hands stayed gentle on Milo’s back.
Ing chuckled, low and rough, like he’d he
