“Alpha,” Klein comes barreling through the door with two other men in tow. I abruptly shift back to give them leverage, inciting me to stagger a bit as I lose my balance, only to be steadied by a firm grip on my arm.

 

“Careful,” Nicholas whispers in my ear while I try not to focus on the tingling sensation at the spot his palm meets the skin of my lower arm where the short sleeves of my t-shirt can't reach.

 

“Follow Jazreal,” he declares at the men who bow briefly before straightening. “The long table and chairs need to be brought out.”

 

They nod in response and whirl toward Jazreal...