Chapter 45

Maxwell POV

It’s late. I know that much. But when my ears prick at the sound of the front door opening, I immediately stand.

I purposely kept my office door open for this exact reason. I’m trying my damn hardest to not be overbearing, but I was counting down the seconds until they got home.

I tidy away the notes on my desk before heading downstairs into my private kitchen to find Ava and a few of the other girls. All of them are chatting away like it isn’t the middle of the night.

The smell of alcohol wafts from them like they’ve been out for the past five days. Holy hell.

How much did they drink?

My eyes scan the room, but Laura is nowhere to be seen.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand in her absence, but I know she’s here. My wolf is happily rested but eager to see her.

“Alpha Maxwell!” Phia shouts or slurs to get my attention. All of them are grinning ear to ear, swaying slightly.

“Where’s Laura?” I ask.

“She’s getting changed in her room,” Ava responds.

“Fun night, girls?”