Author's pov
Driving back to the beach house, the place was still eerily quiet.
Alpha Damien sat in his car for a moment, irritation mixing with something else he didn't want to acknowledge.
[Where the hell was she? It was getting dark, and she'd been gone all day. ]
He told himself he was just annoyed that his evening plans were disrupted, but the tight feeling in his chest suggested otherwise.
The thought that she might be talking to other people, making connections he couldn't control, bothered him more than it should.
The security guard nearly dropped his jaw when he saw the trunk packed full of groceries. He quickly helped carry everything into the kitchen, not daring to complain.
Just as the guard finished stocking the kitchen, Oscar's voice echoed through the
