“Gregory,” Martin said as he tried to suppress the anger and irritation he felt building in him at finding the older man snooping around his house at such an hour of the day.
Those emotions were closely chased by a feeling of panic. Of all the times the old man could have picked to come to his house, this was the worst. Tara was asleep in his room and half the house reeked of s*x.
Martin noted the older man had the grace to look discomfited for the first time in his life. Or at least, for the first time since Martin had known him. Gregory actually shifted his weight from one foot to the other as one of his hands rubbed the back of his neck. A typical sign of nervousness.
“Alpha Martin.” Gregory cleared his throat. “I hope I didn’t wake you?”
Martin raised his brows, giving the man an
