Chapter 63

Dargan's Point of View

Ciaran was already waiting for us with breakfast. He never cooked. Except when he felt like an asshole. Last night's screaming match still rang fresh inside my ears. Unlike Maverick, I hated conflict reminded me too much of my parents when the liquor ran out. Maverick had joined in on the fuss. I refused to pay it any attention.

Add in the looming meeting with Eugene and you had a recipe for disaster within my mind. Alvara came first but Ozias had taken care of her for the evening. Showing her the lake was a wise choice. It was serene. Peaceful. Hopefully he had calmed her down. Spoken to her about how Ciaran acted out when he was put under pressure.

"Good morning." Maverick chirped at Ciaran. The Alpha waved a spatula at us, continuing with his eggs. There was another reason why he didn't always cook. His food wasn't un-edible. Just not culinary masterpieces. He had grown up in a house that believed men weren'