Say My Name, Alpha
Not with the way Xander had looked at him afterward — not with suspicion, but with recognition.
A soft knock sounded on his door.
Once. Twice.
He froze. Only one person knocked like that.
“Open up,” came the low voice.
Zade hesitated. “It’s past curfew.”
“Yeah,” Xander said. “And someone tried to kill you today. So maybe let me in.”
Zade sighed, pushed to his feet, and unlocked the door.
Xander slipped inside quietly. His hair was still damp from the rain, his black academy jacket open at the throat, the faint scent of dominance radiating off him like a storm. He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, eyes scanning the room before landing on Zade.