Buttoning up his shirt, the light gleaming beneath his brown irises was that of pride. Clearly he was feeling full of himself at how much the Alpha loved him, fueling his ego and boosting his confidence with these love marks he sadly couldn't keep— basically what he needed the most in order to survive in the modeling industry and keep himself from going insane from having to deal with attacks after attacks.
His phone vibrated not long after. It was an incoming call from Lawrence.
"Congratulations. Gracia Clark called me literally at six thirty this morning asking if I knew anything about the podcast." The man immediately said after Ryley connected their call, "She must've gone crazy."
The model pulled the corner of his lips into a faint smile. "It's just the beginning."
He halted for a few seconds, thinking he could see a pair of small horns grow on his head as he continued, "Tell the paparazzi from last time to get ready."
