Max runs The Foundry boxing gym, but nothing in that job prepares him for the hospital call that puts his oldest friend in his care.
Kyle, stubborn and helpless after a scaffolding accident, is stuck on the couch with a broken arm and a sprained wrist, so Max cooks, dresses him, and gets him through showers and painkillers.
Both alphas have only ever dated omegas, yet Kyle's rich hazelnut scent and the feel of Max's hands turn decades of loyalty into a hunger neither of them expected.
Kyle hates being dependent, and he hates how quickly that touch burns through thirty years of certainty.
When the painkillers tip him into an unexpected rut, he does not want an omega—he wants Max—and Max will not let anyone else look after him.
