"Where are you going?" He asked with a suspicious look in his eyes.
"Alpha Keenan," she called with a mix of horror and surprise. Her hand fell from the door's handle as she turned her head to look at him.
He frowned and leaned against the doorway connecting to his bedroom. He folded his arms as he watched her, revealing taut muscle underneath his sleeves.
He was dressed differently than when he left the room in the morning, and she wondered if he had returned while she was sleeping.
He was dressed in a cream linen shirt tucked into a black pair of pants with a brown leather belt. He wore boots that matched the color of his belt. His blonde hair was brushed away from his face but a few strands had escaped and fallen across his forehead.
"Did you not hear my question?" His eyes narrowed.
