*Damon*

“We’d better not be talking about the same Daphne.”

I turn to see Braden walking in with his Beta. He pulls up a chair from the table next to ours, and Andrew heads to the bar to order drinks.

“What?” I ask.

“If you’re talking about the Daphne you put up in the hotel, it’s impossible,” he explains. “She’s my mate.”

Alessandro and I both start laughing. The look on his face is priceless, and the bigger his eyes get in confusion, the more I can’t hold back the laugh.

“I don’t know what’s so funny, but you two have thirty seconds before I rip your eyes out,” he...