Chapter Twenty- Four

MATT POV

Charity dashes up the stairs while I race around trying to clean up the room. Damon and his dad waiting until the upstairs bathroom shuts, before a pissed off alpha comes storming around the corner.

“Of all the fucking places? My god damn couch?” He growls, on the verge of murdering me. “You’re lucky Elle isn’t with me she’d fucking murder you.”

The gleeful laugh of another person distracts me as Charles walks around the corner, eating an entire pecan pie. “Were you left a little blue, my boy?”

I cannot even respond, too stunned to see him upright and talking. No one had expected him to get better after what he’d been through with his ex-mate, Damon’s mom. It wasn’t pretty.

“He’s lucky if blue balls are all he is ends up with.” The alpha growls, while his retired father one shovels more pie in his mouth finding the situation amusing. “Seriously? My couch?” Damon asks again, not letting the subject go.

“At least it’s not blood?” I ask, hands raised, and I swear Damon is about