Chapter 14: Alpha Analysis Friday’s POV “Come on, let’s get you some proper food, some protein and vegetables,” he said, looking at my popcorn distastefully. He pulled me up and led me away from the theatre. There was a restaurant nearby. People stared at us, recognising their Alpha, some greeting him, some scurrying away, heads down. “Do you like being an Alpha?” I asked him, peering out over my menu at him. He sat opposite me at a booth in Lupine Canines, a restaurant that calculated the grams of protein, carbs and fat in everything for you and put it on the menu so you could feel guilty. He looked surprised, like no one had ever asked him that before. “I like…being…powerful,” he said, slowly. “Physically and socially.” “And rich?” I added. He snorted. “Ok, sure, Friday,” he sai