Tyrell's POV
Label me a troubled Alpha, but my focus on Krystal is faltering. Despite engaging in minutes-long kisses with our clothes still intact on her pristine white couch in the living room, my mind remains clouded and disturbed, preventing me from fully attending to her. Yes, I miss her, but it's not her company that occupies my thoughts—it's the intimacy. In the end, what I truly relished with Krystal was the physical connection.
"What?" She interrupts our kissing with a look of pure irritation. "Have you lost interest in me?"
Certainly not, the bulge in my pants attests to that. However, despite the evident arousal, my facial expression tells a different story. My concern lies with Hannah, and it vexes me how much this woman has intertwined with my life.
"I apologize, Krystal,
