Alpha Tristan's POV
I stared at the window, at the slowly darkening sky. It's been hours since the incident with Vivienne, but I could barely be calm about it. Her crying and refusing to tell me what was said to her only made it difficult for me to relax. I kept thinking of everything that could have been said to her to make her cry, but each one I had dismissed because I did not think it could make her cry.
I stared down at the glass of whiskey I held. This was to help me stop overthinking, but here I was, doing it. I emptied the glass and returned my gaze to the sky. I was working day and night to ensure she was protected and be happy.
But then there was Garrett, trying his best to ruin it with whatever he had told her. Asking him proved futile and even though I had threatened him, he
