Archer's POV

I avoided Alpha Farrell's office as I made my way to my room. I was in a hurry but I wasn't late. I'd rather disobey my alpha than be late. 

I kicked the door to my room open as I busied my hands with taking off my sweat soaked shirt. A smile lit up my face as I hurried to get off my pants. I threw the dirty clothes in a bin, reminding myself to call for laundry before she got here. 

I hurried into my bathroom and hopped under the shower. The warm water as usual caused my tensed muscles to relax. Goddess, I was just as...