Alpha Logan
As Alex hefts his bag to the foyer, I walk up to Logan, where he’s standing with the guys.
“Ahem,” I cough, holding my hand out. All but Silvercloud look at my hand, confused. “Oh, you bitches owe me some Jacksons,” I said, tapping on my palm. John and Charles share a confused look while Logan arches an eyebrow. “Silvercloud…” Logan growls. “Y... yes, Alpha?” he squeaks. Silvercloud literally squeaks. “You told Aurelia about the bet,” He shakes his head.