The watchman

Alpha Xendy marched through the corridors of the hotel holding his mate in one hand and his notebook in the other to a car packed just outside the entrance, in a dark blue suit.

His look was completed with shiny black boots, looking like a mafia boss as he walked at a quickened pace. As soon as he approached the car.

“Alpha”. Two of the dark-dressed escorts bowed as they greeted him respectfully.

And opened the door for him, while they signaled the rest of the cars in the convoy to follow behind.

And the journey started.

He closed his eyes, welcoming the beautiful view of his mate's body with what happened yesterday to bury the furry in his mind.

But he still shook with anger and fear. He bends his nose to her, sniffing her scent. Despite that, the anger in him overcrowds him.

As soon as the cars reached their destination, where a tent was set behind huge containers in a deserted area, Xendy got down, leaving Iyya behind, and quickened his pace to the tent.

Which was being open