The silence at our table stretches like a taut wire about to snap.

Stella stands there with her perfect smile and calculating eyes, waiting for someone to respond to her introduction demand. The three alphas have gone completely still beside me, their body language screaming tension and barely controlled aggression.

I can practically taste the hostility in the air.

"Stella," Logan says finally, his voice flat and cold. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

Her laugh is like nails on a ...