Logan
I stare at Emily and I's car that sits in the driveway. Emily is settled into the passenger seat, hands claps over her baby bump as she patiently waits for me to finish up with work. I am growing, impatient by the second, my Beta, Tony, continuing to talk on and on about things that we have already been through before.
I try my best to contain my sounds of annoyance and irritation, the groans vibrating in the back of my throat. I clear my throat and attempt to cover it up, but it seems as if my Beta simply does not notice. He continues to talk and talk and talk while I am stuck here in place.
I thought I was the Alpha. How is it that my Beta is controlling the situation? It's hilarious to me, amusing yet annoying since my wife is waiting very patiently for me in the car.
“Tony,”
