CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Alpha Julian's pov I could no longer stomach all of Julian's gaze and claims it had zero effort on me … fuck butterflies my stomach was a whole nest of birds, each flying and blinding hitting the glassy walls of my stomach that were how had I felt whenever Maggie's gaze burns through my soul the whole time especially when she licks her lower lip, or humming to a song when she cooks in the kitchen wearing nothing but big polo shirts and a single strand of panties underneath.? Every bit of my mouth still carried a hint of lavender, peony, and strawberry -the mouthwash, lotion, and shampoo scents of Maggie. After our little time in the dining room, this morning I left with Ryder and Greyson to settle some issues, leaving her and Clara alone in the pack house. The two of them had been trying to reach us three all day but we haven't been answering their calls or replying to their messages. We were in a bit of a situation with our board members in the company and Greyson was doing all he co