Tristan woke up with a long stretch, his body felt more relaxed than when he last remembered.
He lay still on the bed and stared blankly at the ceilings until the memories started rushing back, he sat up immediately. But a painful pang made him wince and he held his head with both hands.
"Why did you drink alcohol?" The voice he wasn't expecting to hear asked.
The Alpha was standing by the window with his back turned to him.
The semi-darkness of the room hid him and Tristan was stunned to see him standing there.
He left the question unanswered and lay down back on the bed. Trying to pretend to sleep again.
He was unsure of how he got here or if he had misbehaved while he was drunk but somehow he is in the room with him and the Alpha doesn't look pleased.
And he also wasn't ready to speak with him.
"Tristan" Alpha Mitch called softly and Tristan breath hitched.
He had never said his name before, maybe not directly in front of him.
