Garren's POV:

"Forward," I instructed Kyle as he moved swiftly and hit the rolling ball with ease.

"Perfect," I said loudly.

He stood upright, taking a labored breath and brushed his hand through his hair.

"I'm so fucking tired," he whispered softly.

"You shouldn't show such weakness or speak that way when you are an Alpha," I warned seriously.

He looked at me from head to toe, then took a few steps closer.

"Why do you act as if we have been friends for a long time?" ...