“Bella, I don't like that another man is in your house. What if I wasn’t here, huh?” Hunter’s deep voice filled the small kitchen as he followed her inside. His tone was calm, but there was something dangerous underneath it — pure alpha jealousy.

Mirabella didn’t even turn to look at him. She opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of eggs, setting them on the counter with a soft thud.

“If you weren’t here, all that drama wouldn’t have happened,” she replied simply, closing ...