Irina’s POV
He stepped inside, forcing me to take a step back. The room, which had felt small with Cindy, now felt minuscule, dominated entirely by his presence. He closed the door behind him with a soft but definitive click.
He didn't speak. He just looked at me, his eyes roaming over my face and worn clothes, as if searching for something.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Theia was utterly silent, she was waiting for him to speak first.
Finally, his eyes locked back onto mine.
"We need to talk," he said, his voice rough. "Now."
Talk? Is he here to reject me? I am leaving, perhaps he thought this would be the only chance he was going to get.
“Alpha,” I managed to say even though my mouth went dry. I was ready for him to utter the words I feared
