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HECTOR

When Aaliyah is gone, I get into my room and pace about, more stressed about her attitude than I am with the letter. This is beyond mood swings, this is unexcused anger and so much vile.

Her hormones must be taking a toll on her, so pitiful, and as much as I feel sorry for her, I have to watch out for myself. Somehow, I couldn't shake off her words that seemed like threats, even though I try to tell my brain that it was her being sarcastic and defensive.

There is a knock on the door and then another.

“Who's that?” I ask, both impatient and irritated.

"It's maid Kim, Alpha Hector. I want to get your bath ready.” Her tiny voice responds, urging her not to yell.

It's about that time of the day, I needed to be alone, but I also needed to see Hudson and Hunter for their opinion, so why not.

"Oh, come in.” I finally give a short reply.

She comes in and bows. "Good morning Alpha Hector.”

"Just get to it." I dismiss her, with a frown on my face.

“I'm done, Alpha Hector.” She bo