Chapter 122: Chapter 120

Roscoe muffled a sneeze as his head almost hit the poker table that he was sitting at. He knew that someone must have been talking to him as that was the fourth time he had sneezed in the last few. The question was who exactly it was. He hoped that it was no one in the room with him, that would be awfully troubling for him. 

"Stupid alpha probably can't keep his mouth shut." He muttered under his breath as he picked up the shot glass of vodka and tossed it back. He wouldn't be all that surprised if he had found out the alpha was the one who was talking about him behind his back. Probably cursing him for not getting done with the job he had asked him. 

It wasn't his fault that these types of things took time to execute. He had to wait for the right moment to make his move otherwise everything could be ruined.