Celeste stared at the crumpled parchment in her hand, squinting at the bold scrawl that read: Alphas Anonymous - Confidential Support for Overwhelmed Leaders. Snacks Provided. Underneath that, someone had drawn a winking wolf and a potato chip with teeth.

"You have got to be kidding me," she muttered, tossing the note on her desk.

Hunter, lounging on the windowsill with a smirk and an apple in hand, shrugged. "I went a few years back. It’s like a circus but with better snacks. You’ll love ...