Markus
I swear this day couldn’t get any worse. It’s like waking up to find that f*ucking thief still passed out on the couch with Grey making him breakfast of all things, the breakfast he’s only ever done for me till now, but I still can’t reach Geneva and call her tiny ass back home to deal with this s*hit and rid my existence of that human plague. Like, I realise she’s on vacation on some exotic island in wherever with her hot as hell fiancé but would it hurt her to pick up the phone between the f*uck sessions? I even had to bother that scary old lady, Demir’s grandmother who only said that they’d call when they call and hang up on me.
And here I am now, back at the pack house to report the situation in full detail to the alpha because the king has some important meetings today. I hav
