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{ grayson & thea }
now that he’d finally gotten more information out of reagan about that party, he understood why so many of his fr––fellow omegas were skittish and moody, as of late. grayson’s fear involving the alpha mates had jumped even higher. the coalition really was transitioning this political fight into a full out war. realizing after his chat with reagan that thea had been at that same party, he immediately went to find her. he wanted to make sure she was okay, that nothing traumatizing had occurred. so, with two mugs of hot coco and bags of candy in each pocket, he padded his way to thea’s apartments. grayson bumped his hip against her front door; then, worrying his hip bump wouldn’t be enough to catch her attention, he tried his foot, and then followed it with a smack of his head against the door. grayson blinked away the tears from his eyes, eyes watering while his head throbbed terribly. it was then when he spotted the doorbell. grayson hit it with his elbow, hoping no one was witness to his humiliating attempts at knocking.