Chapter 292 The Protector's Choice

• Adam’s POV
• Sitting across from Kane, I tried to catch up with his train of thought.
• Alpha? Me? Where the hell had that come from? My fingers curled around the warm mug in my hands, the scent of coffee doing little to settle the churn of confusion in my gut. Kane had tossed it out so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world, but my mind was already rejecting the idea before it could take root.