(SASHA)
"What is this, Ivan?" an older alpha asks, closing in on us. "Are you trying to make the Serpents look bad?"
Alessandro Romano was a good friend of my father's. A smile tugs on his lips as he shifts his attention to me. "Sorry, Sasha. Ivan is a rookie. He isn't well trained yet."
"I suspected he was one of yours." I nod.
"He is. He tends to get drunk and loses control." Alessandro shrugs. "What can I do though? He comes in handy when I need a few bones broken."
Ivan coughs, his face flushed red as I release my elbow from his throat and set him on the ground. He is gasping and wheezing, none of that concerning me. I brush off his shoulders and pat him on his cheek. "Do I have to make you apologize too, Ivan?"
He shakes his head, puffing and sweating profusely. "I…I am sorry. I apologize."
"Don't ever try that with me again."
