38 - Rat in the Pack

~Gemma~

We had a goddamn rat in the Midnight Sky Pack. I glowered at the rat in question. He shrank from my hostility.

“Gemma! Are you fucking paying attention?” Alpha Devlin griped at me.

I put my hands on my hips. “I’m not and you fucking know it!”

We crammed in the conference room. It was late and we never got our French toast thanks to said rat. He witnessed the altercation at Fame and alerted Alpha Devlin. The meddling alpha intercepted us in the parking lot.

“Gemma, for goddess’ sake, take a damn seat.” My grumpy alpha commanded.

I sighed. Damon sat at one end of the conference table, the alpha at the other. I was pissed at Damon still, but headed in his direction. A low, trickling growl came from Dev. Fuck it! I took a chair in the middle. Damon smirked. He sat in his chair as composed as a regal king. His hands rested on this crossed legs, ever the gentleman.

Alpha Devlin wore ripped jeans, no shirt of course, and his feet were bare. His body draped over his chair wit