Chapter 43
Grayson sits down in a large swivel chair positioned behind a desk covered in paperwork. He switches my position so I'm seated sideways on his lap as I lean into his chest. He's still not wearing a shirt, and I greatly appreciate that fact as I snuggle deeper into his bare chest.
Not a minute later, movement at the entrance of the room shift my attention. I see a gruff-looking Axel with blonde strands falling in his face in disarray, followed by a sleepy Cooper with a wrinkly band t-shirt and boxers. They both look like they were woken up mid-sleep. Along with the two of them, Cole follows with a red-head who I recognize from dinner. Based off of their hand-holding, I assume she's his mate. They also look exhausted.
"Alpha, what's wrong?" Cole questions immediately, skipping the pleasantries. The four of them look concerned. Honestly, I would be too if I was woken up in the middle of the night to find an angry Grayson. Now that I look at him, he doesn't just look angry. He looks livid.
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