I rub my hands on the towel before I set it down next to the laptop.
Looking up, I see Falcon bringing his cell phone to his ear in the hallway.
If his contact doesn’t tell him he can go visit that girl soon, I don’t know what might happen.
As grouchy as he can be, he doesn’t let things get him this agitated very often.
It makes his behaviour unpredictable, and his mood unsettling.
He doesn’t lash out at us, but he becomes incredibly hard to be around.
Harper can barely handle it.
That’s why he’s out with Jay right now.
Our Beta has been keeping our Omega occupied while Falcon’s been so distracted.
A part of me wishes Falcon hadn’t volunteered to help the Alpha Alliance when they were reaching out for volunteers. If he hadn’t said yes, he never would have met the woman he’s so desperate to check on now.
Opening the laptop, I let out a sigh.
“Pick up your goddamn phone, Jeff!”
This time, Falcon’s growl has a hint of roar behind it.
I clear my throat. “I’m telling you, going direct to the academy will get you an answer.”
He turns and frowns at me, his eyes narrowing when he sees I’m on the computer.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking up Goldcrest. Finding out when their next event is taking place.”
“Their next event? You mean their next social? Why?”
He steps into the room, and I look back at the screen.
I click to go to the right page on the website, and a smile stretches my lips.
“They’re having a casual social next Friday. All you have to do is fill out a form. The head of the school might call you, or she might accept the application without further question. What do you have to lose?” I look back at him.
He’s leaning in, frowning at the screen.
He straightens and shakes his head. “Those socials are for Alphas to meet their Omegas. I don’t want to lie about what I’m going there for.”
“Then call the school and explain things. I bet it gets you in faster than waiting for this Jeff guy who doesn’t seem to know how to answer his phone.”
He grunts, but I can see he’s thinking it over.
“Either way, I’d stop calling your Alpha Alliance contact,” I add, as I stand up, leaving the laptop open on Goldcrest’s event page. “If he thinks you’re a psycho, there’s no way he’s going to arrange for you to go see that girl.”
In fact, that’s probably why the guy is ignoring him.
He’s already decided Falcon shouldn’t be allowed a chance to see her.
“I’m not a psycho,” he breathes out, his stare seeming to contradict that statement.
“I know that,” I remind him. “Strangers don’t. Especially strangers who get angry voicemails.”
