Kas And Alpha Bronx Novels & Stories

But the moment I stepped onto the terrace, away from the suffocating atmosphere of the pack house, I found myself easing up to the idea. The clinking of coffee cups, the smell of roasted beans, and the steady hum of townsfolk talking about normal, , everyday things felt like a breath of clean air. For the first time in weeks, my chest didn't feel like it was being squeezed by a vice. Then I wiped down the wooden counter and looked out the front window. Alpha Kane was standing across the narrow street near the edge of the square, surrounded by three pack scouts. He was in full Alpha mode his jaw set as he listened to a perimeter report. He looked imposing, powerful, and very out of reach.