VANCE'S POV
"For what Maverick said earlier.” Megan says softly. “About… about their father. I know that probably made things awkward."
I shake my head, squeezing her hand gently. "Don't apologize. They're kids. They're curious. It's natural."
"Still," she murmurs, looking down. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"I don't," I assure her, my tone genuine. "They love their mom, and they want her to be happy. That's all that matters."
She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine, and I can see the gratitude there.
We fall into a comfortable rhythm after that, talking about everything and nothing.
I share stories about my pack, about the pressures of being an Alpha, about my father and his expectations.
"He's always been hard on me," I admit, swirling the whiskey in my glass. "Wa
