I glared at Connor, one of my betas, across the desk top. My 'glare' must be pretty intimidating.
"Fuck you Reece!" he yelled.
I snarled at his immaturity "Get out." well I guess I was to. I got off my chair and opened the hard oak door. Growling he did as I said.
My names Reece, Reece Wilde. I'm a 6'3 Rouge Alpha. I have jet black hair that contrasts with my already amber/greeny eyes.
I returned to my position but standing instead of sitting. The small mirror I kept next to my laptop caught the sun as I stared into my own eyes. A strong scent of blood filled my nose. I must have been biting my tounge. Damn.
My not so much trail of thoughts was destroyed by Connors wail, "Reeecceeee!" can this boy not live for five seconds on his own. I ran out of my study and into the warmth of the living room. Why do they call it a living room when most people when watching T.V look dead?
The fire place was on and next to it was Connor who now had his index finger in his mouth.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He pulled his finger from his mouth and wafted it in the air. Well I guess he looks alive. It was burned but not a big burn. Just like the ones you get from a kettle.
I had obviously entered one of my many own dinemtions as I was clicked into reality due to Connors saliva splatting me in the face. Before he could do anything else I grabbed his ear and dragged him into the kitchen.
Luckily seb, my other beta, took him. I always preferred seb. Seb has dirty blonde hair that perfectly complement's his pale complection and blue eyes. yet Connor was the complete opposite and nightmare, with dusky brown hair. hazel eye
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The Alphas Game
WerewolfReece Wilde is the only Rouge Alpha in North America. He isn't like any of the other Rouges but his personality doesn't show that sometimes. Will his mate see that or loose the game.
