~Serena~

“What do you mean you have to drive back home?” My voice was pitchy.

I woke up to Spade already eating his breakfast, his duffel bag resting on the couch. He was dressed as usual, with a white shirt and dark jeans, and his boots were waiting beside his duffel bag.

“Alpha wanted me back,” he explained, sipping his coffee. “I made you breakfast.”

As if pancakes and bacon would pacify my annoyance. I stomped further into the kitchen. My elephant footsteps echoed how pissed off ...