An Alpha Felon

Soren

When I woke up, my head was pounding.

The hum of the car's engine filled the silence, the rhythmic vibration pressing into my skull. But something was wrong, this wasn't how I remembered things.

I blinked the blurriness away, rubbing my temples, only to realize I was in the passenger seat. Rowan was driving.

I sat up slowly. "What the hell—?"

His grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. His jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line.

I frowned. "What's happening?"

He scoffed, not sparing me a glance. "I should be asking you that, don't you think?"

I exhaled, already knowing where this was going. "Rowan—"

He cut me off. "You dragged me out into the woods, pulled a gun on me, and demanded the truth. And now you're acting like you don't know what's happening? What exactly were you hoping to accomplish? A confession? I don't even know what's going on!"

I winced. Yeah. That did happen.