Page 58 of Alpha Theo

Fuck, what would Gray think if I told him that his mate’s sister was the one with the match?

He’d probably get all protective for Fallon’s sake, warn me to stay away. And I wouldn’t blame him one bit. I know I’m no good for her, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.

“You know…” Gray muses, glancing over at me again. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but if you keep this going, show your dad what kind of effort you’re putting in, maybe he’d finally see that you have what it takes to be Alpha of your pack.”

I scrub a hand over my face. “He’s too much of a fucking control freak to step down and hand it over to me,” I mutter.

Gray shrugs. “You never know. I think you’ll make a hell of an alpha. He doesn’t get to see what I do, though… doesn’t see how much you do for the squad. Maybe he’s just waiting for you to show him something.”

I appreciate Gray’s vote of confidence, but he doesn’t know my dad.

“The guy’s getting old, he can’t stay Alpha forever,” he adds.

I grunt in response.

Gray returns to flipping through a stack of papers. “Well either way, keep it up.”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I’m workin’ on it.” I press my hands to the arms of the chair, start to rise to stand.

“You get that bike of yours fixed yet?” Gray grumbles, shoving more paperwork into his drawer.

“Huh?” I sink back down.

Gray looks over at me, narrowing his eyes. “Isn’t that why you’ve been borrowing the Jeep?”

Busted.

“Oh, yeah,” I breathe, raking a hand through my hair. “I’m, uh… working on that, too.”

He stops shuffling his papers, pressing his lips into a tight line. “Theo, if money’s the issue…”

I wave him off, shaking my head. “It’s not.”

“I keep telling you that you should take a salary. We pay the other squad members…”

“It’s not about the money,” I grumble, scowling. “And anyways, you and the other alphas don’t take a salary. It wouldn’t feel right.”

Gray sighs, his expression serious, sympathetic. “Yeah, but we all have access to our pack’s coffers.”

“It’s not about the money.”

I wish he’d just fucking drop it.

“Why don’t you take it over to Brady’s shop in Goldenleaf, then? He can get it fixed up for you within a day or two.”

I shrug, trying to come off as nonchalant. “I like working on it myself. It’s therapeutic.”

Gray rolls his eyes, blowing out a breath. “Whatever, man. Just think about it. Tell Brady to bill me, it’ll save you a buck.”

“I’ll do that,” I mumble.

I press my palms to the arms of the chair again, rising to my feet.

“Let me know how it goes with getting those cameras ordered and set up,” Gray says.

I nod, turning to leave. “Will do. Later, bro.”

“See ya.”

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