Alpha Tyson's POV.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” I questioned Sandra.
She unlocked the door herself and came out with a red puffy face.
“Tyson. I didn't mean to create a scene. It's just that I can't get you—
“Don't you dare complete that statement.” I ordered.
Dressed in a suit, with my tie undone and my sleeves rolled up from exhaustion, the last thing I needed was my ex confessing her feelings for me on the day I wedded my mate.
“But Tyson—
“Don't!” I hushed her.
When she saw how deadly my glare was, I watched her swallow the rest of her words, accepting defeat.
“I don't care whatever fit you want to blow but blow it outside. I don't have the patience to deal with a lot much today.”
I asked the maids to check if she had messed the bathroom up and when they came b
