Tristan POV
I walk into the pack house completely naked after running home from my mate's apartment. My face is bleeding and swollen from my tussle with Mason. It was the first time he has ever attacked me first, and I have to say that he caught me off guard.
He must have been training because he is much stronger than he was the last time we fought. But I cannot say I blame him. If I had to tiptoe around me and my wolf, I would probably brush up on my training as well.
As I walk into the pack house, all the Omegas avert their eyes and run from me. I guess no one else wants to deal with me or my wolf.
Walking into my bedroom, I see Zoe sitting on the couch just like she was last time, still reading the same book.
"Hello, Alpha," she says pleasantly.
"Cut the shit," I growl as I walk past her.
"I am assuming it didn't go well with Rowena?" Zoe says.
I pull on a pair of shorts and flop down on the bed dramatically. "I didn't get a chance to see her."