OLIVER
“Yes, Alpha Loren?”
“I'd like for you to leave me and Oliver while we…spar.”
Vincent’s eyes bounced from me to father, his throat bobbing. Then, he bowed once more, catching my eyes with his blue ones, before leaving.
I was left with the alpha of Valeras, and a slight smirk on his face.
“You should consider growing your hair out, Oliver,” Father walked past me, dropping just a bit to pick the blade Vincent had thrown earlier at me.
He held the dark-steel, the blade looking ridiculous in contrast to his large hands.
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