DEVON'S POV
“Where do we suggest we start from?“ I asked Jason after a long silence.
“We can figure it out later.“ He gave up. “Let's do our evening run-through first.“
“It can't be too late, though. Before the week runs out.“
“Yes, Alpha.“ I stood up, and we went out.
“Alpha Devon.“
“My Alpha.“ Several women greeted me on the way.
I was amazed by their loyalty. I don't think I'd be loyal to an Alpha that basically brought an attack to our doorstep, but they don't know the full story.
“Your husband up and running?“
“Yes, Alpha. I can't believe you remember.“
“Take care of yourself, Wembley.“
“You, too, Alpha.“
“Steph, how's your daughter?“
“Good evening, Alpha. She will start working on crutches tomorrow.“
“I'll come see her tomorrow.“
“She would love that very much, Alpha.
