Kyle was on his seventieth push-up when Wesley burst into his private gym, the door crashing open like the man’s ass was on fire.

“Alpha Kyle!” Wesley panted, his voice breathless and shaky with excitement. “This… this is gonna blow your mind.”

Kyle pushed himself to his feet in one effortless motion, his bare chest glistening with sweat, arms folding across the muscle-packed wall of his torso. He arched a brow, unmoved by the dramatic entrance.

Unless it had to do with Lucy. Or Kain.

“She’s back!” Wesley blurted, eyes wide, body nearly vibrating.

Kyle’s gaze sharpened, pupils dilating slightly. “Who’s back?” he asked, cool but expectant, though his pulse...