LUCIUS

　　　 

　　　

　　　 

　　　

　　　“What the fuck did you just do?” I snatched my phone from Miguel. He was a good man and soldier, but a little uptight and protective of me. I checked the screen. He was dialing Amelia, and she just picked up.

　　　

　　　With my heart racing to hear her sweet voice, I hung up the call and glared at Miguel. “What the fuck was that for?”

　　　

　　　“Boss.” Eann raised his hand. “It was my fault.”

　　　

　　　“How is it your fault?” I grunted, waiting for him to explain.

　　　

　　　“Alpha.” Drak came, carrying the duffel bag. “Maybe you should call Amelia. It’s been months since you talked to her. We’re just worried...