Chapter39

#Chapter39

Confidence of an Alpha

/"So, what does the strongest, bravest, most handsome man in the pack doing at a bar with an omega?/" I said as I stared at the shot of tequila in my hands.

With my elbows propped on the bar counter, I looked to my left to see Kratos holding his own glass. He looked at me with a small smile on his lips, as if a pleasant memory flashed his mind. His body was facing me, telling me that I have his full, undivided attention. Or that he's preparing himself in case I started throwing a fit out of being drunk.

/"And a gamma,/" Deimos interjected as he got back from the rest room and sat on the stool on my right. My head snapped at him and raised a brow at him in question. He shrugged his shoulders, /"What? I'm here at the bar, too./"

I blinked, /"and?/"