12: Soft

ALPHA XANDER’S POV

I was done with my breakfast when Donovan walked into the room, his steps light and his face hard.

"We need to talk." He says and I cock a brow, telling him to say what is on his mind but he shakes his head and tilts his head toward the door. I nod understanding what he is saying, he needs to talk about something private.

I get up and follow him, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. Things never end well whenever he sounds like that.

My brain has already come up with a thousand different reasons for why he has called me and what he has to say. I don't have to wait for long because as soon as we are inside the office and Donovan closes the door, he turns me.

He turns to me with his lips pressed into a thin line,his eyes hard.

"Is Adriana your mate?" He asks, his jaws clenched, the impression playing in between his scanty beards. I wonder where this is leading to, I wait for him to continue without bothering to reply to that question.

“She is you