Chapter 22. Made of Glass

ERVIN’S POV

When I saw Alpha Landon speaking with Hazel after her father’s birthday dinner, I had thought it was just a friendly handshake, like guests introducing themselves and saying their goodbyes to the celebrant's daughter.

I knew it was an invasion of privacy, but I could not help listening in. As werewolves, we are advised not to use our senses in noisy areas, as it could be very overwhelming, but I had gotten quite used to it around Hazel.

"… and how he ate!" Jason exclaimed, laughing and punching me lightly. I gave him a half-hearted smile. We were huddled in a corner, laughing and talking about random things.

"Oh, please. You are one to talk. Your eating manners are way worse!" Xavier said, laughing. I switched my attention back to Hazel, tuning her brothers out.

"Alpha Landon," she muttered, taking his hands. "A pretty name for a pretty face," he said, kissing her hands. The gesture made me boil.