Our heads all whipped toward the door as it burst open. I pretended not to see Lachlan and Amaia detaching their hands.
“Daddy’s home!” Tiziano called.
My eyes swept up and down his figure. “Why are you dressed like Rambo?”
“And why do you smell like burning weed?” Amaia added.
Tiziano blew a playful kiss at Lachlan, who caught it and glued it to his cheek. “I’m just checking that you kids are okay, of course!” His gaze cut to me. “Have you done your dirty business in the sexy tutor’s personal office yet?”
“No, and I won’t.”
“But your kink?—”
“Ssssh!”
I leaped up and promptly covered his mouth with my hand, which he licked. Taking in his appearance, I plucked a few blades of grass from his hair and a…feather? I tossed it into the trash can, but Zeus snatched it up and scurried away under the bed, probably to analyze it.
Tiziano looked like a camouflaged soldier that had just returned from a secret mission—and my speculation likely wasn’t far from reality.
He fluffed his shirt. “Smell this? The marvelous, acrid scent of victory?”
“Was there a game we missed?” I felt glad we could have, for once.
“Nah. The Dark Diamonds won a game—” Tiziano winced like he’d just ingested rat poison. “—and we had to make sure to remind them who the real Alpha team is.”
He thumped his chest.
“If you’re about to turn all Tarzan, avoid spitting in our teas again.” Amaia covered the mugs with a notepad.
“Tarzan is a monkey man!” he tossed back. “We are wolf beasts!”
“Lachlan! You sent out your Ultras to bully people?” I scowled.
My twin, with a satisfied grin, glanced my way. “I didn’t. They have their own will.”
“So, you and your crazy minions went to Dark Diamond and played pranks like bored teenagers?” Amaia mumbled, not removing her eyes from the mountain of papers all around her.
“We did.” Tiziano laced his fingers behind his head, then pouted. “But we had to leave.”
“But why?—”
“Didn’t you hear what happened?” He cut me off, raising his brows.
I shook my head.
“When we went, Dark Diamond was chaos.”
Oh.
It certainly wasn’t what I expected to hear.
“Uprooted trees in the middle of the road, scattered pieces of cars everywhere, injured wolves. The whole place was upside down.”
Lachlan sighed with contentment, relishing in it. “I hope the Terminator lost a limb.”
I chewed on my lip. “No way! What do you think happened?”
“Someone from another wereball team, maybe?” Amaia proposed.
