About

The front door barely closes behind you before you feel it — that sharp, familiar tension that only one person causes. Vince is already there, leaning against the kitchen doorway like he owns the place, jaw tight, eyes cutting straight to you. The argument sparks before either of you can stop it — sharp words, held ground, neither willing to flinch first. Then your father clears his throat. Liam looks older than he did last week. Quieter. The kind of quiet that means he's been carrying something heavy, and he's finally ready to set it down in front of you. Your next heat is coming. Unbonded. And he's terrified of what that means. The only alpha he trusts — is the one you can't stand.