AVA POV
For a full five seconds, my brain simply couldn’t reconcile the image of the little boy I’d helped raise with the gorgeous young man who’d brought us both to such pleasure and comfort last night. The Chris in my mind was a nerdy but well-meaning child. Who was this Alpha now looking over Moonstone Pack with a deep scowl?
It was even odder how clearly his authority shone considering that, unlike his sister and my ex-husband, he was not wearing ceremonial robes. He had on simple black trousers with a light blue sweater over a blue-and-white-striped button-up. Even his shoes were plain brown Oxfords.
As grateful as I was at having Chris stop Olivia in her tracks, I flushed hot with more than a little shame at having taken what had practically been my little brother to my bed.
Chri
