Glen's P.O.V
Grumpy—that's how I felt when I got out of my car.
The reporters were right at the corner, waiting to get a glimpse of something interesting. I shook my head slightly and walked to the entrance.
"Glen, look over here!" a reporter yelled loudly. I looked at him, smiled, and waved before walking into my company's building.
That's when I saw Alfred talking to her—my so-called mate, who had no idea what I was and what we were to each other. She was smiling at him, and that made me feel uneasy.
I remembered how I had met her; it felt like it was just yesterday. She was just a beggar, and Alfred was so cold to her when she was looking for a job that I had to step in.
All the messed-up stories about how Alphas wanted to f**k and mark their mates at first sight were proven wrong
