Alpha Gray
A long pause settles between us before he swallows, setting it down on the table and running a hand through his greying hair.
“Guess you have to decide what you believe in, then.”
I don’t say anything, just reach for my own mug and take a sip. I avoid eye contact, but I can feel Deke staring at me from across the table, no doubt trying to figure out what’s rattling around in my head.
Deke clears his throat to speak again. “Look, Alpha, if you want my opinion, I think this girl’s good for you. You’ve been happier since you’ve started seeing her. More yourself, or more like how you used to be before everything went to shit five years ago.”