"I'm good."
As Alpha continued driving, the silence between us grew heavy until we reached my destination.
I made an attempt to open the car door, eager to finally be free from my mate's presence, which I once longed for. Unfortunately, it was still locked.
Alpha turned to face me. "The Pack House wasn't totally damaged. It has been cleaned and repaired and is ready to cater to us. When will you move back?"
"Oh, not for now. I've paid three months for my flat in advance," I clarified, still attempting to open the door.
Suddenly, the door unlocked at last. I pushed it open with a sense of relief, ready to leave, but then my mate called my presence. "Calista."
I turned around, facing the car.
Alpha Austin hopped out of the car, his black suit highlighting his tall frame. He seemed to be going to an Alpha Summit, looking like a sophisticated, distant Alpha who felt almost unreachable.
"It ain't anyone's fault why the pack is on fire, but the rogues. I've told you for the nth time, and I've apologized for neglecting you," he said, his voice firm as he went closer. "If there's something else bothering you, we should talk it out, not giving each other silent treatment."