Chapter Eighty

 

Framed

 

Elena.

 

"Elena.".  Alpha Noah's sharp growl echoed loudly from downstairs as I slowly rolled on my bed, opening my eyes. I felt so tired, and if there was anything I wanted to do, it was to go back to bed, but I knew better. Sighing, I sprang to my feet as I ambled to my room door, pushing it open and striding downstairs.

 

"Greetings....". I began, but was quickly cut off by Alpha Noah.

 

"Where is Genevieve?".  He growled, as his nose flared with anger, and his knuckles turned white. I shuddered; how was I supposed to know Genevieve was way about, we weren't even friends?

 

"I...