Chapter 61. Strike One

Valen’s POV

"Valen….."

"It's Alpha Valen to you," I snarled and straightened my posture.

Mercedes stopped at the first table where the exploded tail of the chopper laid. In her right hand was a cardboard drink carrier tray with two white customizable takeaway cups in it. Her black V-neck blouse with open buttons revealed plunge cleavage. The black and white plaid mini skirt was at thigh level to display her defined legs. A failed attempt to rouse my lust.

She let out a hard breath and adjusted her tone, shifting the weight on one leg. "Devin…."

"It's Royal Beta Devin….." I snapped, cutting her off. Her presence irked my bones. Zeus truly disliked her. It was time she learned a lesson. "Now start over."

Ruefully, she glanced down at her hands. Then, she squinted her eyes with disapproval but submitted as she should. "I understand that you are selecting individuals to be on the rescue mission. I was informed that my name did not mak