•~•Chapter 127•~•

Kieran waited till Dream had gone out of earshot before whipping out his phone, he wasn't tattling, he was just doing his job.

Besides, a huge part of him was pumped to see the girls get more than a proper beat up.

Dale had been about to step out of his office to go check up on Dream, a hand out to twist the knob just as his phone rings, he pulls it out of his pocket with a muffled curse.

"Alpha Aston." He barks into the phone with even checking the caller ID forgetting that it was his personal line.

"Yo, Alpha." The very person that he was aching to knock out their teeth drawled into the phone.

"Kieran." He bit out, dialing back on his anger although he wanted to lash out at someone. "What's up?"

" I need you on the third floor closet." Kieran says without mincing his words, it would be best if his report also had visuals to go along with it. 

"What?" Dale frowns, in confusion.