Nicolas POV

"Morning, Alpha," Mariana called from the kitchen as I entered the dining room. "Did you sleep well?"

"You should rather ask if he slept at all," Ronan chirped teasingly. He was casually sitting at the breakfast table reading the daily newspaper.

Ronan's words left me stunned. There was no way that Ronan could have heard us this morning, or did he?

Ronan slid the newspaper aside, a wide grin painted on his lips as he slowly raised a taunting eyebrow at me, ...