Alpha Ivan’s POV
We take off down the road and pass through the small town as it opens up for the day.
I grip the steering wheel tightly and focus on the road.
Neither of us say anything.
I lift my hand and move it forward. The sudden movement causes her to jump and look at me questioningly.
“The radio.” I say quietly, flicking it on. The gentle sound of music fills the car and at least takes away the deafening silence between us.
“You can choose.” I offer her quietly.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” she answers, looking back out of the window as we leave the territory.
It seems that she’s in a mood with me. Probably because of how I spoke to her earlier with regards to what happened last night.
I wasn’t angry at her. How could I be? She didn’t force me to tell her about my mo
