Blake P.O.V.“Are they serious?” Tristan asks, staring at the blank screen. I just shrug, closing down the computer. “They held a lunch break, just for us to come back for this. Sometimes I don’t understand people.” Tristan nods while moving to a chair opposite my desk. “So, what pack matters were you handling?” “Fucking Lucy and her stupid fantasy about me accepting her as my chosen mate.” Tristan chokes on the air. “You’re not, right?” “Fuck no! I’m waiting on my mate, you know that.” He sighs dramatically, leaning back in the chair. “Good, because I am telling you man, I’m not going to be your Beta if you take Lucy as our Luna!” I laugh. “Alright, alright. So, what were you texting me about this new girl?” Tristan's eyes cloud over, and he tells me to wait on our Gamma Elliott. I decided to sign some papers for work while we’re waiting. A few minutes later there’s a knock on the door, and Elliott pokes his head in. “Am I disturbing the bromance?” He asks, and Tristan scowls
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