The Alpha's Hidden Heir
Maya was there, having watched the whole exchange through the serving window.
"Go upstairs," she said immediately. "Lock the door. I'll handle this."
But as I turned to leave through the back exit, the front doors of the brewery exploded open.
Marty stood there, looking like absolute hell. His usually perfect black hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, dark circles under those brown eyes that used to look at me with such warmth. His gaze swept the room until it landed on me, frozen in the doorway.
"Erin," he breathed, and something in his voice made my traitorous heart skip.