To cut things short, doing something like sneaking a love letter into a wrestling captain's locker was plain suicidal. Even worse was the fact that there was no way to diffuse the rage clearly boiling on the captain's face.
"Why don't you tell me to my face, huh?" He threatened, reaching out to grab a handful of Henri's hair.
Alois casually slipped in between them and grabbed the Alpha's hand, the veins on his hand straining from being stopped by someone stronger. "Bad move, Rowe, bad move." He whispered, patting the Alpha's shoulder genially with his free hand.
The wrestling captain was caught off guard by the Alpha that had interrupted him. He was just as tall as him if on the leaner side; his hair was stained an odd blue-green color, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Who the fuck are you and how do you know my name?"
Henri's eyes went wide as saucers. "Alois?"
