Chapter 25-Roman
Alpha's Fallen Angel
Iâm sitting at my desk, filling out paperwork as per usual while Amara has her music playing so she can concentrate on filing her papers. I donât get much work done on these days, because Iâm too busy watching her as she swings her head and her hips to whatever song she is playing, or whatever song is stuck in her head. Sheâs been working here with me for about 3 weeks now. I steal another glance at her as she sings along to the song sheâs playing.
âUh, Alpha we have a problemâ my border patrol links me and Iâm up in an instant walking outside.
âAmara, go find Aston.â I tell her coldly and she just looks at me, confused
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â
âSomething with the borders, I donât want you out here if thereâs a breach. Youâre not fully trained. Now please, goâ I tell her, leaving no room for arguments. She purses her lips, but doesnât argue.
âThe Beta from Red Moon pack is here demanding entryâ my warrior, Becca, tells me. I instantly see red. That fucker has some nerve.
âDo not, I repeat, do not, grant him entry. Iâm on my way. Have a pair of pants there for meâ I growl, cutting the link.
I sprint out of the pack house, fur is sprouting up my arm as Adonisâ anger mixes with mine and I just barely make it outside before I shift into his massive form and run to the border.
If I kill this cunt today, I wonder if itâll start a war with the Red Moon Pack. I snicker, I could take them down, all of those damn allies. He better tread carefully, and watch what he says about my woman, or not even Selene will be able to protect him from my wrath.
When I arrive at the border, I shift. Throwing on the shorts and I walk up to him. Heâs alone, he must be pretty fucking cocky to think he could handle us. He looks at me and I see his face pale. My nostrils flare as the smell of burnt wood fills my nose.
Demon.