Tristian's hand steadily hovered over her neck, desperately wanting to wrap itself around and show his dominance. He refrained from doing so, just this time. "Tristian?" She called softly in a timid voice.
"No."
"No?"
His jaw was locked when her hand came up and traced it with an innocent look in her eyes. "I don't want to hear that from your mouth. I do not want to hear Alpha, I don't want to hear Tristian, I don't even want to hear Mister."
"What do you want to hear?" She asked quietly, almost of afraid of asking. He struggled to hold himself together, for an Alpha his performance was pathetic.
His hand took hers away from his face carefully not wanting to upset her. He looked as though he was going to do something but instead removed himself from her. She felt cold without his
