I was currently sitting on an old, dusty smelling couch in the living room of the Alpha King’s house. My arms were crossed across my chest, and I was glaring daggers at the man who’d manhandled me, whose name I’d learned was Garrett. He was sitting across from me in a wooden chair, leaning back with his hands folded and literally just staring at me. At first, it had made me super uncomfortable, squeamish even. Now he was just starting to irritate me.
The Alpha King had gone off with the other older guy, whose name I still hadn’t heard anyone say. Despite that man being less intimidating than Garrett here, it kind of felt like he might be the Alpha King’s Beta or right hand.
So I was stuck alone with this jackass. I wanted to know who he was, what he was doing hanging around the Alpha K
