BETA COLLIN.
'Alpha?' I reached the Alpha’s mind as soon as we neared the border.
'Yes?'
'We’re approaching the border. Can I lower the partition?' He didn’t reply, so I thought it was okay to do so. And so I did.
The partition between us lowered, and the Alpha was startled when it happened. His hand was tucking the stray hairs from the Omega’s face behind her ears. She was sleeping peacefully - on the Alpha’s lap.
'Roll it up,' he ordered me through mindlink, probably so as to not wake up the sleeping female in his arms. His eyes were looking at the ceiling of the car. He was refusing to meet mine.
I rolled the partition up before I let a smile tug on my lips.
I think someone was smitten. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw a female seated on his lap, aside from those females he would hang out with whenever we hit clubs and bars. But never in his car. In fact, in my years of service with the Alpha, he never sat in the back seat. He would always drive the car or sit on the passe
