Ding! Ding! Ding! Darius's phone kept on pinging at the influx of messages. Darius growled under the blanket, but he still tried to roll around Nicholai's bed to reach out and collect the phone. Inside the dark room, the backlight flashed at Darius's face. He groaned and saw that Enzo had already sent twelve messages, and another even came in again.
Before Darius could check the messages, Enzo started calling him. The lesser Alpha vibrated in anger, but Nicholai moved his arm around his waist. Darius just gave up on getting angry and answered the call. "This better be important…"
["What do you mean? Haven't you checked my messages yet? It's too early to be fucking all day, no?"] The bastard even sounded angry at the fact that Darius was angry at me.
