Vivienne's POV
The ride back home was quiet. I kept trying to say something, but the words always got stuck in my throat. I wanted to apologize, explain, but nothing came out. Alpha Tristan did not speak either. He remained silent, looking forward, but I knew he was upset.
He had called for the car even when I suggested we walked back. Maybe that would have given me enough time to process what I wanted to say. It didn't take long, and we were pulling into the pack house. Just before the car could be parked, I held his arm.
“Alpha Tristan, I-”
“Get some rest, Vivienne,” and he opened the door and walked away without looking back once.
I remained in the car, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. “My lady” the driver knocked on the window to get my attention.
I wiped my face, sni
