Sandra’s PoV.
Alpha Tyson's hand was a vice on the steering wheel, the veins on his forearm standing out starkly as he gripped it, his focus a laser on the road ahead.
We had been driving for over thirty minutes since leaving the alpha's mansion, and the oppressive silence was beginning to get to me.
“You're not saying anything.” I started.
“Where are we going? Aren't you going to tell me” I said after he refused to break the silence.
I was beginning to get irritated by him not saying a word to me. It should have been clear in my voice.
“Shut up!” Alpha Tyson snapped, not sparing me even a glance.
‘But—
“I said shut up!” His tone was harsh, his eyes briefly flashing a ring of gold.
That was a warning I couldn’t ignore. I knew he was close to losing control, teetering on the edge
