Alpha Terrell's POV
After I left the study, I considered going after her.
I imagined finding her somewhere in the corridor, her steps fast and restless the way they became when she was overwhelmed. I imagined catching her arm before she could escape the conversation, forcing her to look at me.
Maybe I could explain it better.
Maybe I could make her understand that my proposal had not come from manipulation.
It had come from fear.
Real fear.
Something I had not felt in centuries.
But the thought faded almost as quickly as it appeared.
Angel did not respond well to pressure. If I cornered her now, she would only retreat further into herself.
And the last thing I wanted was for her to begin seeing me as her enemy.
So instead of chasing after her, I did what I had done for hundreds of years whenever my thoughts became too loud.
I went to work.
I descended the corridor from the study, and my beta Kane who had been waiting in the hallway, fell into step beside me.
