Chapter 11 Mark The Alpha

• Clyde knew that was not the reason, he came to see him, it regarded something else.
• Caspian.
• "That's not my damn business,'' he said and swam towards the little staircase, climbing it, his face went white, he was as beautiful as the sun, had a huge tattoo, pointed nose, pink lips, smooth blank expression, his amber eyes shined, walking out of the water dripping down his toned torso, his white-built abs, staining the floor and putting on his white robe, taking a small white towel, draping over his head, drying it and ruffling his white hair.