Oh, it really was a hard week for Ben but all of that changed when he found himself back at the lobby door.
Alright, so he didn’t wait for a call. So what? It had been a week, the shop was open, people were moving around outside, there was a small gathering of three of four men, presumably other Alphas just casually hanging around, all of which he had studied momentarily before helping himself and heading into the lobby which is still vacant, free of any curious eyes, and surely free of any other individuals he genuinely hoped didn’t make a habit out of coming here, like Roxi.
The thought of the Beta makes him shudder.
That one really made him wonder but the slight scent that wafted over to him had Ben humming a new tune, one his Alpha knew far too well…
Mine. Mine. Mine, mine, mine…
