Third Person's POVThat morning, she had lied to his face, telling him she was pulling an overnight shift at the healing center.He hadn't expected to double back and find his home crawling with other high-tier males, yet he hadn't exploded in public.This unnatural calm of his made her skin crawl with unease.The dinner table was a battlefield: five grown men, one Trista, and a thick fog of competing pack pheromones.Isaiah took the lead, pouring a glass for Alistair. "Alpha Alistair, don't hold back. Drink up. Treat this place just like home."Fred chimed in, grinning. "Yeah, Alpha Alistair, drop by whenever you want. Don't be a stranger."Cassian sat like a statue, his expressionless eyes fixed on Isaiah and Fred.These two were acting like they owned the lease.Seeing Attwater avoid the fish on his plate, Cassian spoke up, his tone parental. "Attwater, you're still growing. Don't be a picky eater."Attwater gave Cassian a look of pure disgust before pointedly grabbing a rib instea
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