#Chapter39

Confidence of an Alpha

"So, what does the strongest, bravest, most handsome man in the pack doing at a bar with an omega?" I said as I stared at the shot of tequila in my hands.

With my elbows propped on the bar counter, I looked to my left to see Kratos holding his own glass. He looked at me with a small smile on his lips, as if a pleasant memory flashed his mind. His body was facing me, telling me that I have his full, undivided attention. Or that he's preparing himself in case I started throwing a fit out of being drunk.

"And a gamma," Deimos...