Alpha Barrett
I sighed when my sister sent my call to voicemail. It was late, and I was surprised she had been trying to reach me all day. Placing my phone on my desk, I leaned back in my chair, staring at the leather sofa. Reaper purred in satisfaction as I remembered last night and what happened.
“It was a one-time thing,” I told him, and he huffed. I exhaled. “I don’t make the rules. She isn’t our mate. I don’t know your obsession with her, but you got a taste, and that’s all you will get.”
He whimpered, and I sighed. “f**k, I wish you could talk.”
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back. It had been a long twenty-four hours, and I should be sleeping, but I didn’t feel tired. I wanted answers.
I groaned when my phone chimed.
With my elbows on my desk, I picked up my phone, ready
