Markus had faced rogue attacks.
He had negotiated with hostile Alphas.
He had led warriors into battle.
He had stood before hundreds of wolves and admitted he had destroyed his own marriage.
None of those things made him as nervous as this.
His hands were actually shaking.
“Stop pacing.”
Mason leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him with amusement.
“You’ve worn a path into the floor.”
Markus glared at him. “I’m not pacing.”
“You absolutely are.”
Across the room, Avery laughed into his coffee. The sound earned him a glare too. Traitors. Both of them.
“I don’t understand why you’re nervous,” Avery said. “She already loves you.”
Markus groaned. “That doesn’t mean she’ll say yes.”
Mason looked horrified. “If she says no after everything you’ve been through, I’m moving to
