Drake's Pov
As we all sit finishing our breakfast, the tension of our mission lingers in the background of our conversations. Nicole has been pushing her food around her plate, her appetite probably dampened by the weight of our search. I am seated beside her, I reach over and give her hand a gentle squeeze, silently encouraging her to eat.
Across the table, Mason leans back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Drake,” he begins, his tone casual but his eyes sharp with intent, “I was wondering if you’d consider leading our morning training session today.”
I arch a brow. “Morning training?”
Mason nods his head. “Yeah. You’re one of the strongest Alphas I know, and having you lead a session would be good for the warriors here. Plus,” he adds with a faint smirk, “it might h
