Santiago’s pov
Alma.
She is on her way.
I had showered three times already and brushed my teeth, maybe six, when I paced around the open driveway of the packhouse with different pack members watching me, amused like they knew I was pacing restlessly because of my mate’s arrival. I didn’t care, and they should mind their goddam business instead of smiling at me like idiots.
“Rough night?” I roll my eyes when Molly pops up like an unwanted ad. I don’t even know why she stands here with me. I don’t want Alma to get the wrong f*****g idea when she finally gets here, which should be soon. I have been terrorizing TJ and Franco's phones since she called me last night.
“You have no idea….” Rub my temples, and she laughs, and being weird like she always is, I pity her poor mate once she finds
