Alpha Rodney winced as he touched his nose, then yanked his hand back when a sharp pain hit him.
"I slipped in the bathroom last night," he said through clenched teeth. "Smashed my face on the edge of the tub."
Yeah, right.
If he hadn’t run into Freya in the elevator after a few drinks, things never would’ve gone that far. He’d been tempted before—but last night, he’d acted on it. And now, guilt gnawed at him.
He’d even told his Beta to look into it.
Turned out Freya and Niklaus weren’t even sharing a room. Hell, they weren’t even on the same floor. That hardly seemed like normal behavior for a loving mate pair.
Word from Whitecrown Pack said things between them were tense. Real tense. There were even whispers that Freya had moved out of the Pack House. And Niklaus? Rum
