Caleb
The young Alpha, Beau, raised his hand. "I'll go. I'd rather that than meet them here on my doorstep." Concern coated his voice. "And I'm no coward," he commented, sparking outrage amongst the Alphas who all voted against it.
"Typical Alpha meeting," Aaron muttered in my ear. "Do you want me to cut them all off?" His finger hovered over the WIFI icon, threatening to tap the touchscreen.
"Tempting, but you better not," I mumbled in response.
The arguing went on for a further hour and a half. Dad went to pour himself a scotch and watched them with amusement, propping his feet up on the chair next to him.
Neal shook his head with a look of disdain. "Permission to leave the room, Alpha?"
"Granted," I mumbled in response, witnessing him thrust back in his chair and stalk out of the
