Trishal’s POV
All my previous anger and confidence vanished as I suddenly found myself standing before him. I felt his grip on my hand holding me back.
I nodded in the affirmative, not trusting myself to talk at the moment, as I tried to walk on. Fate must really be having a blast right now.
“I could ask the driver to give you a couple of hours to get ready,” I heard his voice behind me and had to muster almost all of my strength not to turn back while giving an answer.
“I'm already packed, Lord Alpha Loren.” He dropped my hand, while agreeing with an “Okay."
I realized later on that I was not on the right track; I initially wanted to go outside with my luggage, not to the kitchen.
Looking down at my hands, I realized they were both empty. Was that how far gone I was in my thoughts?
