*Miranda’s POV*
“Well, well, well...” Damian said from the leather couch in front of the television. His feet were up on the coffee table. No shoes, just black socks. The usually formal Alpha was now dressed in tracksuit pants and a t-shirt, completely at home in my living room. “About time,” he winked at my mate. I felt my cheeks heat as I recalled our screaming... well, my screaming...
“Oh sush,” Phoenix chirped from behind the open fridge door. “He just hates it when someone outperforms him,” she told me.
“Oh we will see about that, Kitten,” he purred back at his mate.
“Where is Lillian?” I asked, keeping my voice soft and tone even. It was probably rude to dismiss their joking, but concern overruled all else. The room went quiet. Everyone went from casual to dead serious, and my st
