Book 3: Morris Is Scared

Mark

The moment Alpha Morris hangs up the phone, I’m on him.

His eyes bulge as he sees me flying at him, my hands still in the pockets of my suit pants. “Morris?” I ask, biting my lip for a second to keep from losing my cool. “What the fuck did I just hear you say?”

His eyes bulge slightly, and he says, “Oh, nothing. I was just talking to… a friend. About… a television show.” He tries to smile at me, but he’s not fooling me.

Not even a little bit.

My hand clamps down on his shoulder, and I say, “I really don’t think that you were.”

Even in the darkness of the garden at night, I can see the beads of sweat popping out all over his forehead. “No, you know, I… uh….”

I steer him back toward the party, but not for more dancing or speaking to Emily. I think we’ve had plenty of opportunities to chat with that bitch, so I keep right on walking. I see Emily and Gene talking with Alpha Stephen, and I start to perk up a little, but then