When the buzzer rang out, Dale picked up his bag, the handle creaking under his white-knuckled grip. "I'll get it!" he shouted to Kirk, his voice rough with emotion. He yanked open the door with enough force to make the hinges groan.
There stood Juke and Paul, looking far too calm for Dale's liking. The sight of them only stoked the flames of his anger higher. Without warning, he tossed his bag straight at Juke's face, satisfaction coursing through him as it sailed through the air.
"Here take this, dickhead." The suitcase bounced off Juke's chest with a solid thud, but his alpha's reflexes were too quick—he caught it before it hit the ground. The confused look that crossed Juke's face as he turned to Paul only infuriated Dale more. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, caught between submission to its alpha and sharing its mate's rage.
"What did I do?" Juke asked Paul, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. Paul just stood there, eyes wide as saucers, looking between them lik
