Tristan stared at his phone, contemplating on calling Mariah's number.
But he stopped just before he did, she might blame him too. Their lives have been too eventful lately and deciding to leave would make him seem ungrateful. No one would understand him, only someone that knows what it feels like can do so.
The Alpha didn't return or unlock the door for the next few hours. Tristan felt his stomach knot and grumbled painfully as he hadn't eaten since morning and last had a full meal at Agatha's place.
He paced the room while his mind also remained restless, soon the Alpha's anger might subside. Then he would need to make him understand, he does not want to part ways on bad terms.
His assumptions weren't correct and by mid afternoon the door was still locked and he was getting weak.
He sat down by the door and dialled Mariah's number.
"Hi, where have you been? Mitch wouldn't tell me?" She asked from the phone, her energetic voice a contrast to his weak voice.
