Chapter 102 - "She Is My Alpha."-01

Micajah Rye's PoV:

"I still can't believe you made me do it," I comment, zooming in on the pic I took on my 'phone.

Seneca grins slyly, taking her eyes off the road for a second as she turns to me, the mischievous glint in her sparkling silver eyes making me return the grin automatically, "Well, he deserved it, didn't he?"

"Yeah . . . but, they were guests in our Pack!" I laugh, remembering the red Bugatti Veyron that had been covered in egg yolks and broken shells by the time we were done with it—and the way, me, Seneca, Ezra and Nicole had all burst into laughter when all the eggs we'd brought were over, giving away our identity to the furious Alpha Daemon. We'd fled the place like lunatics on crack, laughing so hard as we escaped the guest house where the couple had been staying, and the enraged 'Seneca!' yelled by Daemon when he'd seen the condition of his expensive car had been so worth it.