Ian frowned as he stared at his phone screen. The loud, incessant ringing was what woke him up. He stared at the clock by his bedside. Who would be calling his personal number at seven in the morning? With a huff, he slid on the green icon and pressed the phone against his ear.
“Hello?”
“Ian Romano?” The mob boss raised his brow at the deep, gravelly sound. As he recalled the two words, the voice sounded familiar for some reason, but he couldn’t place it.
“Yes speaking. Who is this?”
The person from the other side let out a laugh, the mocking sound prickling at his skin. Ian flared his nose at that. Who was it?
“I can’t believe you have such a short term memory. How can you forget me, Ian? I’m offended” The noise cackled.
That’s when it hit him. It was an Alpha. Not any Alpha but a
