West POV
T.J. was more than shocked to see him come out of the Alpha Suite across from his own suite, dressed and ready for morning training, but then just smiled at him as he walked down the hall. “What brought this on?”
“Nothing, I just didn’t want Miranda in my bed anymore.” he replied simply.
“Could have just moved her to another room?”
“Wasn’t it you,” West said pointedly, “just the other day, nagging me about using the Alpha Suite.” he finished, irritated by the man's question.
T.J. put his hands up. “Hey, I didn’t make you do it.”
Training and a shower, then he was off to visit Lark’s new chew toy. Heath.
His eyes met Wests. “You killed her yet?” Heath smirked right at him.
West's jaw tightened as he unlocked the cell door and yanked it open, walked over and punched the man
