The downpour outside wasn't showing any signs of mercy. Rain pounded against the windows like a rival pack staking its claim, and the wind howled like wolves in the distance. I glanced over at Elliot, who lounged on the couch with that calm, commanding presence only an Alpha could possess, and said, "I'll get you an umbrella right away."
He gave me a look, one that mixed mild amusement with the quiet authority that made my pulse quicken. "I'm staying here for the night," he said simply, his voice carrying that effortless dominance that left no room for argument.
I froze, blinking at him. "Why?"
"Because Jared needs me," he said, his massive hand stroking my son's head with the kind of protective ease only a true Alpha could exude. Jared looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading, like a pup seeking shelter from a storm, and begged, "Mr. Presgrave, Mommy and I are terrified of lightning and thunder. Can you please stay with us and keep us safe for the night?"
