SPICER GRAY
My normal routine is boring. f**k me. I love it.
I do nothing because I recall Mirabel’s words pretty well.
The knock on my door brings me back. “Spicer.”
“What?” I ask angrily.
Tim scoffs, “I don’t want to share my space with you either, but you know what? Unlike you, I have responsibilities. Bring your lazy ass out.”
“What do you want, acting beta Timothy?” I make sure to spit his name with arrogance.
“The alphas have an announcement to make.” He says.
“Which alphas?” I open the door.
Has Mirabel made up with her mother? Have they decided to join hands?
“Just follow me,” Tim speaks and turns to leave.
“You didn’t hate me this much before,” I speak, my voice barely a whisper but he hears me well.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Tim returns to the door. I have never see
