"What the fuck is that racket?" I growled, burying my head under a pillow.The pounding on my hotel door sounded like an Enforcer’s battering ram. My skull felt like it had been split by a silver axe, and a sharp, rhythmic stinging on my cheek made every twitch of my facial muscles a chore. I wasn't ready to face the pack, let alone the sun. I dragged my frame out of the silk sheets, shoved into a pair of black boxers, and yanked the door open."Rise and shine, Alpha-heir," Grant grinned. He looked entirely too awake for a man who’d been howling at the moon six hours ago. Then his eyes locked on my face. "Holy shit, Harrison. Who tried to skin you?"I touched the jagged cut on my cheek. The memory of a diamond edge flashed in my mind. "Rough night. Move." I eyed the silver tray in his hands. "Is that life-support?""Caffeine and grease." Grant shoved the tray at my chest. I nearly dropped the French press as he pushed past me. "Drain that. I’m rounding up Marcus and Oliver."He vanish
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