Alpha Fernando actually followed me into my room.
I had just shut the door and was about to change out of my T-shirt when he pushed his way in.
He stood there like a wolf who had just lost his prey, jaw clenched. “Knew it,” he said with a bitter laugh. “You’re mad. You feel insecure, but won’t say a word. You pretend like everything’s fine. I already told you, there was an emergency at the northern outpost. I wasn’t anywhere else.”
I leaned against the wardrobe, arms crossed, not bothering to argue. “Okay.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say?” he snapped, louder now.
I raised a brow. “I said ‘okay.’ You’re the one making a scene.”
His amber eyes glowed faintly—the first sign his wolf was surfacing. The air in the room felt tighter. “I’m heading out,” he muttered, opening the wardrobe.
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