Chapter 15 Flexigals (1)

The following day, Rowan watched his warriors train on the field. Their grunts and gasps for breath along with the scent of their sweat and blood whirled around with the chilly breeze. The Alpha stood there, muscular arms crossed, wearing nothing but a black vest and tracksuit bottoms, expression stern. Droplets of sweat kissed his shoulders from where he’d trained and fought earlier, a good workout with his Gamma and aiding with demonstrations to the younger warriors.

Rowan didn’t sleep well. All night, he’d been tossing and turning in his overly large bed, his body craving a particular silver-haired blonde. Even after washing away her scent, he couldn’t calm his beast or his racing heart. Mates shouldn’t be apart, and now he knew why. He was anxious about Alicia.

When dawn broke out, the birds waking with the early morning rays, Rowan gave up on trying to sleep and was one of the first up, besides his men on patrol, and began working out, needing to get rid of his pent-up energy, po