Celeste was halfway through her third attempt at sipping coffee, because apparently bonding with another Alpha meant constant interruptions, when Lisa barged in.

“I hope that’s not your battle outfit,” her Beta said, eyeing the soft robe cinched lazily around Celeste’s waist.

Celeste blew on the coffee like it was the only thing tethering her sanity. “It’s not a battle outfit. It’s a ‘please let me have one damn morning with my mate’ outfit.”

Lisa arched a brow. “Too ...