Alpha Stefan’s POV
The incessant buzzing of my phone disturbs my sleep and my hand searches the bed for it. “Alpha Stefan,” I bark as I answer it. My eyes too sleepy to read the caller ID.
“Alpha Stefan, it’s Mark. I just wanted to quickly run through this trade contract before I send it. I’m sorry if I woke you,” he sounds nervous.
“From previous experience, I trust your work. So can we just focus on the key points?” I ask him as I sit up in bed and rub my eyes.
“Do you need me to call you back shortly? It sounds like I’ve woken you up. I’m sorry.”
He’s still nervous, his voice holds a slight tremor. ‘Well obviously he’s nervous, don’t you remember that time he pissed us off when Grandmother died and the shift overcame us?’ Jenson reminds me.
‘Damn. How could I forget that? I tra
