VIXEN Asher is sitting at the kitchen island with a surprised expression on his face when we waltz through the door. The rich smell of coffee fills the room. “Good morning,” he says over his cup of coffee. “Morning,” I greet him, taking up the seat next to him while Maddox gets started on breakfast. “You eat yet?” he asks the Beta with a grunt. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. Whatcha makin’?” “Vix has requested pancakes,” Maddox glances over his shoulder with a smile, then returns to mixing the batter. “Beats the cereal I had. There’s still coffee left in the pot if you want some, by the way.” I perk up at the mention of coffee and slip out of my seat to get some. The rich scent fills my nose as I fill a mug for myself and one for Maddox, then add milk to mine, leaving his black.

