Alethea

Xena begins pacing in my head, purring at his presence, but I refuse to acknowledge it.

I nearly rolled my eyes. He doesn't get to just show up, act like some macho Alpha, and expect me to melt at the sight of him.

"Hi," I mutter, keeping my voice indifferent as I walk over to the dresser. I start taking off my earrings, focusing on the simple task instead of giving him even a glance.

The air in the room shifts, heavy with his presence. I know he's fuming, the tension rolling off him in waves is enough to suffocate me. But I don't care.

Let him be mad....