Alyssa

Gray storms into the coffee shop like a hurricane ready to tear through anything in his path. His presence alone is oppressive, tension crackling off him in waves. Shoulders squared, fists clenched, his fury is barely restrained, coiling tight beneath his skin like a live wire waiting to snap.

I stay put, curled in King's lap, his arm slung securely over my belly, as if he's daring my brother to try and rip our family apart.

Across the room, Niko leans against the ...