ROMAN'S POV
The next day, I prepared for school earlier than my brothers and was already in the car waiting to be chauffeured to school. King Larson had slumped back into unconsciousness which I thought was odd. That meant I and my brothers had to remain in the pack house.
My phone beeped with a text notification. A low growl escaped the corner of my lips, when I saw who the text was from. Come pick me up from the house. It's quite cold. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to spend the morning in the arms of my boyfriend.
My hands tightened around the corners of the phone. I feared it was going to break. “Get me out of here…” I ordered the chauffeur.
He stared at me through the rear mirror. One glare, he ignited the engine and revered the car back to life. He stepped on the gas and in less than
