Lorien
I didn’t know what to expect when I told him to enter. Maybe I was hoping he’d hesitate, second-guess this need we clearly couldn’t name. But no—Cassius just walked in like he owned the place, all confident swagger and Alpha pride, and I had to shift on my feet quickly to hide the very real, very present reminder of what just happened between us.
And, of course, he noticed.
That damn smirk played on his lips again—infuriating and sinful—and he winked at me, like we shared some inside joke no one else could understand.
I hated him a little for it.
Inside, the boys lit up like someone had flipped a switch. Caius was the first to jump on him, babbling about their day like he hadn’t been frowning at Cassius just days ago. Lucian tried to be cooler about it, but I saw the twitch of his lips, the brightness in his gaze. They loved him, even when I wanted to punch him in the throat for being so… Cassius.
“I’m going to need more time, alright?” he told them, tousling Lucian’s hair. “To
