You always find yourself wondering how in the world you ended up with friends Like Willow and Kira.. the two omegas were currently in the crowded living room, dancing to shitty music and rubbing up against whatever alpha would let them.. at least they were having fun.

With a sigh, you turn your heel, pushing through the maze of people to the kitchen. Time for another drink.

You move to the fridge, grabbing something small, about to shut the door when a body moves behind you,

"Excuse me." his warning was short, his arm reaching past you into the fridge to grab his own bottle. Alphas never know the concept of personal space, makes sense for him specifically. Callum Racer.. or just Racer as most call him. It fits with the whole motorcycle thing he's got going on. Alpha, Athletic, Rich, Cocky.. just like all the rest.. nothing special.