As soon as we finished dinner, the warmth of the meal still lingering in the air, Alpha Asher nodded at me with a casual assurance that it was time for me to head home for the night. He promised he would see me the following afternoon, his voice low and distant.
Beau, ever the protective friend, insisted on driving me home, clearly anxious about the prospect of me walking alone in the dark. Cole, with his characteristic laid-back vibe, decided to tag along for the ride. I noticed the slight tension in the air, the way Beau clenched the steering wheel, though he didn’t voice his irritation.
The car ride unfolded in a peaceful quiet, punctuated by a few snippets of conversation—mostly casual banter and laughter—while the night wrapped around us like a velvet cloak. When we finally parked
