Morgan woke up groggily. He groaned in pain and touched his face as he felt it sore when he took Grace's punch. He looked around him and find that the house was already empty. No Grace or her maid, Rosella.
"f**k!" he muttered and stood up. He carefully walked out of the house. Morgan doesn't know how many hours he had been unconscious. When he got out, it was already nighttime. His phone suddenly rings in his pocket. He fishes it out and answered the call.
"What the hell, Morgan!? We've been calling you. Where the f**k are you!?" Morgan immediately recognized the voice. It was Tequila.
"I'll be back in the packhouse, T. Is Alpha mad?" he asked and opened the door of his car.
"Damn right, he is! Rogues attacked again and Grace..." Hearing the name of the woman he loves made him gripped
