Gabriel’s POV:
Finally.
The black leather wingback chair was one of the most comfortable chairs in the study, and I had picked it myself after I became Alpha. Victor smirked at me as I met out a groan of appreciation.
“I have missed home,” I murmured with emphasis, rolling my shoulders back in a stretch and enjoying the way tension left my body.
“Of course, you had to have missed the comforts of home.” He said with a nod, taking the seat right across from me, with my large mahogany-carved desk between us. “May I ask where you have been for three days? And why do you have that wound on your calf?”
His inquisitive nature never ceased to amaze me.
“You’re too curious for your own good. And you may not,” I replied while swinging my legs to rest on my desk. Giving my Beta a raised eyebrow
