Adan
“Alpha, the White Alpha is approaching the gate!” Wyatt yelled up the stairs, stopping at the bottom when he saw me. Evidently, he had been on his way to get me when I walked out.
My head snapped up, and there he was in the flesh. The White Alpha was out of his limo and questioning my guards, who had stopped him at the gate. Good men.
“Prepare the men, but do not attack unless it’s on my order.”
“Aye!” Wyatt hurried away, barking orders to the other men who scrambled to their posts, weapons in hand.
I was curious about this so-called Alpha as I walked purposefully down the stairs and headed toward him. No respectable Alpha, or Don, for that matter, would ever attack without provocation. He, however, seemed dead set on domination, which was also something I couldn’t condone.
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