Milo’s POV
Frowning, I watch Mike stroll casually towards the yacht, his hands in his pockets as he looks around.
“I am not interested in receiving a lecture about controlling my emotions right now.”
Mike shrugs.
“Not interested in giving one.”
He swings himself easily onto the deck and leans over a cooler.
“Just wanted to have a beer, that’s all.”
He pulls a bottle out and holds it up to me suggestively.
I hold up my hand and he tosses it to me before grabbing one for himself and settling into a chair beside me, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles before popping the lid off.
Feeling moody, I turn away and open my own drink.
Damn Alpha Alec.
It wasn’t enough that his pack destroyed my old pack, killed my parents, and ripped my sister away from me for fifteen
