Alpha Farrell’s Pov

“I’m tired,” I groaned, stretching my hands from the book I was reading. My routine of giving Gabriella a cup of coffee in the morning had died down to the barest minimum.

“What do we do today?” Ora asked.

I let out a little sigh as I did a mental calculation of my schedule and what I could push away or trash completely. Not like Aiden wouldn’t inform me about its importance when I didn’t do something of value.

“I was thinking of going out for a race,” I said. The chair creaked as I pushed it backward, stretching fully until my joints popped and cracked. “Haven’t...