Alpha Doyle
By the time dinner was over and we’d finished talking about university, I could see the exhaustion written all over Lena’s face.
She had barely stopped moving since she arrived.
Fear. Panic. Running. Shifting. Fighting Sean. Discovering we were mates. Telling me things about her past that I suspected she had never told anyone else.
She had spent the entire day running on nothing but nerves and adrenaline.
Now the adrenaline was gone.
And she was crashing.
“Love, are you ready to turn in?” I asked gently.
She looked at me for a moment before giving me a small nod.
I knew she wouldn’t volunteer that she was tired. Lena seemed to have developed a habit of keeping everything she was feeling locked away behind those guarded eyes.
I stood and waited for her to join me.
“Go
