C10 Silent Poison and Rejection

Aria

The tires crunched on the gravel of the Vale Lodge driveway—a sound that felt dangerously loud in the silent, tense bubble Lucian and I occupied. He drove the pack truck like a weapon, and his Alpha scent, sharp with residual dominance and fury from the Blackwood house, overwhelmed the air inside the cab.

When he stopped the engine, the silence was worse.

“You didn’t have to do that