I didn’t reply. Instead, I looked at Alpha Axel, who seemed focused, though clearly bothered.
“What are you staring at?” he asked, setting his papers down.
“Clover gave you those scratches, didn’t she? What did you do with her?”
“Everyone messaging you about what happened?”
“Yeah. Afraid so.”
He growled lowly, clearly frustrated.
“Thank you,” I said softly, returning to my work as if it didn’t matter—but it did.
Later, I got another message—this time from Paige:
Paige – Hey, I hope you don’t still hate me. I’m having a party at my place tonight. I’d really like you to come.
Me – I’ll try and stop by. I’ll see what I’m doing.
Paige – Okay. I might see you tonight then.
When I finished work for the day, I went upstairs to my room, debating whether I should go. Eventually, I decide
