An Alpha for the Alpha
He looks at me, “You are an Alpha.”
I narrow my eyes, watching him wave his arms wildly as he speaks. I have only known him a few days, but that is more than enough to know that this burst of emotion is not characteristic. Still, I don’t much appreciate having my attempts at friendship and civility tossed back in my face like so much dirty bathwater.
“Do you want to know how I define serious?” I say in a low, angry voice, “Serious is a man who tells his son he will never be a real Alpha. Serious is a young man with no place to go. Serious is not an overturned vase and a wet floor.”