Aidan.
Why was she taking so long?
The question gnawed at me relentlessly, looping over and over in my mind as I paced the length of my room. Each step I took was sharp, restless, fueled by irritation that refused to settle. The air felt too thick, too quiet, as though the walls themselves were waiting for her arrival.
Does she plan on disobeying me?
The thought made my jaw tighten. Maria wasn't foolish enough to ignore my summons. She couldn't be. I had been very clear, two hours before the Alpha's gathering. I was certain she would come. She had to. The certainty sat heavy in my chest, mixed with impatience that grew with every passing second.
I stopped pacing briefly, considering storming out of the room and dragging her here myself. The image flashed through my mind, me standing in her doorway, grabbing her arm, reminding her exactly who I was.
But no.
