Third Person
When the door behind Madison closed, Alpha Barrett reached for his phone. He sent a text to Amelia, reminding her that her time to produce the file was up. Throwing his phone on the messy bed, he inhaled deeply. Their mixed scent filled his space, but you would never hear him complain.
Sighing, he went to the bathroom to shower. He didn’t want to wash away her scent, but he had told her he would sort out this situation with Amelia. He would keep that promise.
“Are you happy now?” He asked his wolf.
Reaper yipped, wagging his tail like an excited puppy and not the massive killing machine he was known for.
The alpha leaned against the tiled wall, looking down at his stiff member, feeling unsatisfied even after having her three times last night.
“f**k,” he exhaled. He wou
