The Alpha's Warrior
“Warriors, I hope we haven’t been lagging off in my absence?”
“No, Alpha,” everyone said in unison, a symphony of heavy masculine voices.
“We will see,” Asher said. “Graham, Reed…anything we need to worry about?” I wasn’t sure, but I noticed his eyes narrow at the leader of the warrior for a second.
“No Alpha,” Graham shook his head. He was a hefty guy with slick blonde hair, tattoos and piercings and gave off really evil vibes.
“Just a few rogues here and there. Nothing out of the ordinary,” he added.
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