Alpha Milo’s POV
Parking my golf cart haphazardly in front of the lakehouse, I scowl as I storm inside, feeling in a dark and somewhat confused mood.
Not sure why I am so bothered by who Kylie chooses to be with.
It’s none of my concern.
Although, I am concerned.
Flexing my fingers, I swiveled back towards the door.
Maybe it would do me some good to get some training in.
I wouldn’t mind hitting someone.
A particular someone comes to mind…but that’s not possible.
Starting a fight with Alpha Alec could lead to a war.
Which wouldn’t be very sensible, even if it does sound tempting to me right now.
Slamming the front door shut behind me, I jump the last three steps to land by the golf cart, my hand on the hood when I sense my Beta and the rest of my pack coming up the hill.
Damnit.
