Alpha Rowan sat behind the desk of his study room. It was quiet, except for the ticking sound from the old clock on the wall. His jaw was clenched, eyes fixed on the glass of untouched scotch in front of him, but his mind wasn’t here.
It was still stuck on what happened yesterday. That moment when he got so lost in Aurora's eyes. That one second where Aurora had him pinned to the floor, her hand on each side of his head as he stared at her lips.
She had snapped out of it and tried to hit him but he grabbed her wrist. Her eyes were fierce and boiling with rage but she didn’t run. Not like before. She didn't treat him like he was some virus.
And for that small second, before she backed away and swung her fist into his jaw, leaving him tasting a bit of his blood, speechless on the groun
