Tension

The tension in the car was unpalatable, Alpha Ciandra looked forward with her jaws tensed. She was furious at Alpha Alphonso for speaking at the grieving Alpha without giving a second thought and worse, for him to squeeze her shoulders as if she used petroleum.

The moment he laid his hand on her shoulder, she realized something, he wouldn’t miss a chance to lay his hand on her, either for pleasure or to execute pain and she hated it. Earlier, she couldn’t let him handle her the way he had at the Moon Motel and on that fateful night inside his room, it was fucking damn time she got her power back. Well, at least this was her hope, and yeah, a girl gotta dream, right?

His eyes were glued to his hand as they drove home. Two hours later, he spoke when they were nearing a restaurant, “stop.”

“Why?”

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Alpha Ciandra looked back for a second, and they made eye contact, her black eyes darkened while his blue ones bored into her forehead, he was acting extremely