Ryan pov

I was in the middle of laundry when my phone rang. I wiped my damp hands on my shorts before answering.

“Hey, Ryan. How are you?” I asked as soon as I picked up.

“Hey, I’m good. How about you?” his voice came warm through the speaker.

“I’m cool,” I answered with a small smile.

“Did the big boss tell you about the house party I’m having today?” he asked.

I chuckled softly at the nickname. He always called Alpha Manuel “big boss.”

“House party? No, he ...