“Were you waiting?” she asked, hating the way her voice didn’t hide the hope in it. He didn’t reply, and she sighed. What had she expected? That he would hold her and tell her he’d been waiting for her, that he’d been worried, that he’d come home early to see what was wrong? He might have done all those things, but he’d never admit to them, not when he was intent on denying anything serious between them. Swallowing, she pulled out of his hold. “Goodnight, Alpha.” She heard his sharp intake behind her. Yeah, she never called him Alpha, either. Guess there was a first time for everything.
