Alpha Jax
“How are you doing, Q?”
“I’m fine,” I blurt. I look nervously from Theo to the other alphas seated at the table, then to Jax beside me, still holding onto the door. He must be wearing cologne or something because he smells fucking delicious. I move forward into the room, stepping aside to allow Kyla entry and gesturing to her. “I, uh… this is my friend Kyla, she wanted to come with me. She’s Tony’s girlfriend.”
“Ex-girlfriend,” Kyla grumbles, walking in and folding her arms across her chest indignantly.