"After all, the Alphas around her..."
The Alpha who had been talking on the side also noticed them and fell silent, looking toward the people he had sensed.
Then, silence.
The four Alphas never expected to run into Zoe Pierce just by passing by.
Then, they sensed that deeper in the woods, the Alpha who had been leaning against a tree had now stood up and was walking over to the fire.
The moonlight pulled the man's face from the shadows.
It revealed a pair of deep gray eyes.
His gaze swept over them, cold and appraising, as if in response to their words—the condescending look of a superior to his inferiors.
One of the Alphas behind him sucked in a sharp breath.
It was always awkward to be caught saying something like that by the very person you were talking about.
And as they drew closer, Zoe Pierce realized the man leading the group of four wasn't a complete stranger.
It was Milo Dawson.
The one who had gone out of his way to greet her on the Starship.
