Gwen’s POV
I was surprised to find Alpha Blake in my room, yet I still stormed in, banging the door. I ignored him, and walked past him, my posture rigid, trying to camouflage the whirl of emotions that were threatening to surface.
Alpha Blake watched me, his face unreadable, as I stormed around the room in rigid movements that carried purpose, putting up a few items and tidying up as if his presence did not affect me.
"Gwen," Alpha Blake finally said, softer, but rather equally insistently.
I didn't turn around, I focused on straightening some picture frames on my dresser. "What do you want, Alpha Blake?" I asked, my tone colder than I intended.
Alpha Blake sighed, and the sound was heavy with an overlay of weariness. "We need to talk."
I went on bustling around, though my movement
