Alpha japhet pov
James was following me again. His voice droned on as I was buttoning up my black shirt on the way to my office, something about a rogue’s body they found. My brother Jeffrey had been the one to find it, apparently.
I was half-listening, already mentally checked out. These few days were rough enough without some random murder mystery dragging them out. "Look, James, don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal,” I said, fastening my Tissot watch with a casual flick of my wrist. But he kept going, pushing some concern about the state of the body, some detail I wasn’t really in the mood to hear.
“But, Alpha, you know—”
I gave him a smirk, reaching out to rub his bald head. “Leave it to me, Mr. Beta. Right now, I’ve got a date to get to, and I’m sure you don’t want to be the
