Theo's P.O.V
The McLaren 570GT rolled to a stop right under the marble canopy, way fancier than I'd imagined. Matthew stepped out first, then circled around and opened the door for me.
I hesitated. Kinda awkward, honestly. No one's ever treated me like this before. Not even Kayle, and we spent half our lives tangled up during my heat cycles. But this guy, Matthew Wayne, Alpha of half the damn continent of Landrabaros, he treats me like I matter. Like I'm something precious. And it's messing me up in the sweetest, most terrifying way.
He didn't say a word. Just handed his keys to the hotel valet and started walking toward the lobby, guiding me with a gentle touch on my back. Not pushy, just enough to keep me beside him.