Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Triantatessera [ 34 ]

When Matthijs and I wrapped up our conversation an hour later, I felt a buildup of frustration and slight anger in my chest. I instantly knew it wasn't my own and glanced wearily at my mother as she opened the door.

I frowned but before I could say anything, she did.

"I promise it's not because of me." She reached for Matthijs' hand and frowned slightly too. "Just talk to him, okay, sweetheart?"

Nodding absentmindedly, I stepped into the house and closed the door behind me. I sensed him upstairs in our bedroom and I kicked off my shoes and took my jacket off before heading up the stairs.

When I made it to the bedroom, he was placing something in the bedside drawer and turned around when he realised I was there. His shoulders were tense and a shadow of frustration crossed his face before he sighed and held a hand out to me.

I linked our fingers and stared up at him, cupping his cheek with my other hand. "You're not okay. What happened? What did she say?"

He squeezed my hand and I could see his jaw muscles tighten as he closed his eyes for a few seconds. "I don't know what I expected from that conversation, but..." he trailed off with a harsh sigh of simmering anger.

My heart dropped and I felt angry that my mother had upset him. Instantly sensing my shift in mood, he shook his head and leaned down to rest his forehead on mine.

"I'm not angry at your mother, Kara. I just—" he couldn't control his anger and a low growl fell from his lips. "I can't escape this man." His eyes screwed shut tightly. He seemed pissed and I assumed that he was talking about Samuel Carew. I couldn't blame him. Carew seemed to follow him everywhere because of me and mother.

"Tristan—"

His hand curled around my wrist. "I don't want to talk about him right now, Kara." He pressed his lips to mine squarely and pulled back, grabbing my face in his hands. "Distract me—please."

I was shocked by his sudden roughness but I could never control the way he set my body alight. I didn't know whether or not it would do him any good, no matter how much I wanted him.

"Tristan, I don't think—"

His eyes spoke the truth he couldn't. Samuel Carew and the other alpha had made his life a living hell, and just as he had started truly living again, they came back to haunt him. He needed reassurance but most of all, he needed me. To understand him like nobody else could.

When he saw my acceptance, his lips slanted over mine with a searing intensity. He stepped closer to me and we stood there as he quickly deepened the kiss. "I love you okay?" he pulled back for a brief moment, staring into my eyes before his lips were back on mine.

When we pulled back, there was a vacant look in his eyes so I pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "Tristan—I'm here. Be here with me." I implored, hoping to make him feel better. "I want you."