Storm
One look at Alpha Doyle’s face was all it took.
The four of us bolted.
We raced upstairs before either Doyle or Sean could say another word, and I wasn’t about to risk sticking around long enough to find out just how angry our little mud-covered rampage had made them.
Once I had showered and changed, I met the girls on the second floor.
Leah had already sent one of the Omegas she was particularly friendly with downstairs to retrieve our clothes from the porch.
Apparently, none of us were willing to risk another encounter with the Alpha, the Beta, or the cleaning staff just yet.
I couldn’t blame them.
The girls and I piled into Leah’s bedroom and collapsed onto her bed.
Within minutes, we were laughing all over again.
The whole thing had been ridiculous.
The chase.
The mud
