CHAPTER 117
MAXWELL’S POV
“What the f**k did you say you did?” I demanded.
He had picked the perfect time, telling me that right after I had just taken my pills. I could feel the bitter taste in my mouth as I shouted and I had to swallow the saliva with a grimace. He remained calm, standing by the door with his hands thrusted into his pockets. Mark had no fear for me and although I knew he was my Beta, it didn’t sit well with me.
“You were exhausted and sleeping, Maxwell,” he replied calmly, “as your Beta, some responsibilities must fall on my shoulders, you know that, right? You don’t have to do everything on your own.”
“Oh, f**k it!” I bellowed, “f**k it! Of course, I do, you nitwit!”
“Language, Maxwell,” he replied, taking a sip of the glass of Tequila he held in his hand. “I knew
