ARRDE
The morning air was crisp, but the tension in the car made it suffocating. I sat rigid in the passenger seat, my mind already running through all the possible reasons Alpha Sinclair had summoned us. Nothing good ever came from an unexpected meeting with him.
Alex was silent as he drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel with an unnatural tightness. Something was off. His body was too stiff, his jaw clenched too hard.
Then, he spoke.
"Marry me."
I blinked. My head snapped toward him, convinced I had misheard. "What did you just say?"
His eyes remained on the road, his grip tightening. "You heard me, Arrde. Marry me."
I laughed. A sharp, humorless sound. "I must be losing my mind."
"I'm serious," he said, his voice devoid of any hesitation.
Rage ignited in me like wildfire
