Royal Alpha Roar.
“There you go.” Mason says, dropping a brown food bag on my chest. I glance inside and I am not surprised. A burnt piece of toast and a single carrot. Perfect. This is what he gets for thinking it was smart to patronize a*****e can Foodforfangs.
I lean against my Tesla, watching the charge bar tick up. My mind? It’s elsewhere. It’s on her. The woman I swore I'd never look at, touch, or even think about. Yes, call me mad. I’ve called the house all day yesterday and this morning just to check if she’s fine. What the hell’s wrong with me? Why am I acting like a dog when I’m supposed to be a wolf? Why did I have to take her twice? I should have relented. Where was my semblance of control?
Venus, Jeremiah, even my mother. I had them check on Serayah while she was sleeping.
