All three of us followed Alpha Anderson back to his home. I was amazed to see a small wooden house with two bedrooms instead of a stately mansion. This was definitely not a place suitable for Alpha. Inside my eyes grew even wider when I spotted the mess he lived in. Dust on shelves, unmade bed and dirty dishes in the sink. It was clear as a day he didn't get any Omega to help him with those everyday chores. How could former Alpha live in a place like this?!
We sat down around a small coffee table in his cluttered living room, and Alpha Anderson cut to the chase immediately.
"Bethany, I hope you know what you're doing." - he said looking at my friend with worry.
"It's Sar, and yes I know. I'm surprised you didn't do anything yourself." - she answered coldly and slightly accusatively,
