The sound of the door opening must have caught the alpha’s attention, because as soon as it opened and Klyde stepped into the room, the alpha was already facing him from where he was standing in front of the glass wall behind Klyde’s table.
“Wade,” he greeted, forcing himself to sound casual. The alpha’s eyes raked over his form, left brow rising.
“I thought I was babe?”
Fuck him, actually.
Klyde gave him a forced smile. “What are you doing here?”
“Can I not visit my husband?” the alpha asked, head slightly tilted to the right. Klyde sighed and stepped further in the room. He walked to his table, standing a safe distance away from it. The alpha just watched him.
“What are you doing here?” he said, repeating his question.
