Noah's POV
The scent of Thalia's jasmine filled my office as she stormed in, her pregnancy hormones making her emotions volatile."Noah, you can't do this to me!"
I gritted my teeth and looked at Thalia. My wolf, Ryder, growled in annoyance inside my head. "Don't start with me, Thalia. I'm not in the mood."My Alpha tone making the air vibrate.
The sound of magazines hitting the floor was followed by the crash of my overturned coffee table. My office now smelled like spilled coffee and broken wood - a perfect metaphor for my shattered life.
"You're always not in the mood!" Thalia shrieked, her voice rising to a pitch that made my sensitive wolf ears ache. "Noah! What's happening to you? What are you planning to do with me and the pup, huh?"
From her face, my gaze shifted to
