Coral's POV
“Ireland, stop yelling in my house!” Beta Gregory’s voice boomed playfully from the living room as Ireland stood in the doorway to the dining room.
“Food’s ready!” Ireland hollered again, ignoring her mate’s teasing, and laughter rippled through the house.
Jason reached for Coral’s hand without a word, his warm fingers sliding against hers as their hands naturally clasped. Coral felt a rush of heat crawl up her neck but didn’t pull away. Instead, she let herself enjoy the warmth of his touch as he led her into the dining room.
They entered together, and Coral noticed the faint widening of Alpha Michael’s and Beta Gregory’s eyes as they took in their intertwined hands. The two men shared a look, one filled with silent conversation, before shaking their heads slightly. Neithe
