The Alpha's a b***h, Book Three, Chapter 3
HE PACKED LIGHT CARRYING only a spare pair of jeans, a 3 pack of black t-shirts, three pairs of socks, a smart phone and a MasterCard. He didn’t get the hero’s farewell as he should have either, speeding across the curvy dirt road in a black SUV with mirror tinted windows; the only cheers during his departure were from crickets and the other nightlife creatures of The Garden.
And was that actually violins strumming mixed in with the flashings of lightning bugs and the faint howls of distant canine relatives he imagined low in his ears as he jumped in the truck? Nah, didn't think so, but what did he care about that anyway, the hero’s farewell? Councilwoman Reah spared his life in return for terminal information. He was a lucky man for accepting h
