I'm nervous. Mya agreed to go out on another date with me. She isn't thrilled about it, but I wore her down, and now she's just doing it to get it over with."You look a mess, Max. Calm down, you're not going to war," Kian says, sounding impatient. He's in my suite with his not-so-happy mate, who is petting her cat that's been clingy toward me. They came to pick up Echo, but found me pacing and worrying."It's time. I'll officially ask her to be my girlfriend," I say, giving myself a once-over. I'm wearing a black button-up shirt with the collar open, tucked into slate-black pants. Mya once called my style ugly, so I hired a stylist to help me out."You look good, beta," Nara, Kian's mate, says, and I smile at her, thankful. I actually do look good. I'm not a bad-looking guy. I'm 6'4" with the muscles of a warrior and short, curly hair. I have a striking appearance, and all the women seem to fall at my feet, except for one, Mya Taylor. She's the on
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