Alpha Zach hadn't spoken a single word to me since the night before. He'd come back late, his face unreadable, his aura heavy and dangerous, and then gone straight into his room without so much as a glance in my direction.
He didn't need to speak to frighten me. His silence did it better.
Still, when dawn broke, I forced myself up. My body ached from sleeping half-sitting on the cold couch, but I pushed through the stiffness and straightened my uniform. The air inside the Alpha's quarters felt thick, charged like the entire house held its breath waiting for his next move.
I tried not to think about last night, about the way his eyes had cut through me before he disappeared behind his door. Instead, I focused on the only thing I could still control the morning routine which is cooking.
