An awkward silence filled the room. Alpha Dwight stared at me with that sharp, possessive glare, as if I’d broken every unspoken rule in his house—though I was certain I hadn’t. All I wanted was to go home and collapse into my own bed.
“Can I go home now?” I asked, trying to break the silence, my tone intentionally bored.
Alpha Dwight crossed his arms and shook his head. “No. You can’t go yet,” he said firmly. “You’re staying here tonight.”
I froze. My stomach sank. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No, I’m not,” he said, smirking. “I have paperwork to finish in my office. I can’t leave you alone at your house—I’m not convinced you’re completely innocent yet. I have a gut feeling you’re hiding something.”
I bit my trembling lip. He was right—I was keeping a secret, but no way was I goin
