My feet padded across the cool parquet floor of the hallway as I made my way to the stairs.
The smell of coffee and something sweet hit me before I reached the dining room.
All three of them were already there.
Hastings sat at the head of the table in a charcoal shirt that pulled over his arms and shoulders. As usual, his hair was perfectly styled, his gray eyes fixed on the newspaper folded beside his plate.
Fritz lounged in his chair like he'd never heard of proper posture while he scrolled through his phone with one hand, a piece of toast in the other.
Etienne’s fork paused mid air. His plate had enough food to feed a small army. His hair damp from the shower, and he was dressed in training gear that clung to muscles.
My face heated.
"Good morning," I said, sliding into the empty chair.
Three sets of eyes locked onto me.
Etienne's gaze dropped to his shirt, tied at my waist. His nostrils flared.
"Morning, Princesse." His voice was rougher than usual.
Fritz grinned. "Sleep well?"
"Better than I have in months." I reached for the coffee pot, pouring myself a cup. The steam curled up, and I breathed it in. Real coffee. Not the instant stuff from Tesco.
The table was laden with food. Pastries, fresh fruit, yogurt, toast, eggs, bacon. More food than I'd seen in one place outside of the café.
I picked up a strawberry, bit into it. The sweetness exploded on my tongue, and I closed my eyes.
A low sound escaped my throat.
I froze, my eyes snapping open.
All three alphas were staring at me.
Heat crawled up my neck. "Am I being noisy?"
Etienne set his fork down with more force than necessary. "Keep making those noises and I'll want to hear what other noises you make."
My breath caught.
"And I might join him," Fritz muttered, his eyes dark.
The blush spread from my neck to my cheeks, burning hot. I ducked my head, focusing very hard on the strawberry in my hand.
Hastings cleared his throat. The sound cut through the tension like a blade.
I glanced up to find him watching me, his jaw tight.
"Miss Prince."
"Presley," I corrected automatically. "You’ll be getting me pregnant in my next heat, I think we're past formalities."
Fritz choked on his coffee.
Hastings' lips pressed into a thin line, something flickered in his eyes. Amusement, maybe.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black card. He set it on the table between us, sliding it across the polished wood.
