And there it is. Maine instantly tenses — all that Carolina might have expected before and then some. Because how the fuck does he answer that?
Maine doesn't respond immediately. Cuts his gaze to the side, watching that passing stranger's retreating back instead of looking at Carolina. Buying himself time to quash the grief and guilt and trepidation that have snapped at his heels since the moment he showed up here.
Unconsciously, his hands curl into fists at his side. He'd rather talk about gloves than answer her question. But he can't stand in silence forever. ]
Did.
[ Not an assigned one, but one that lived in his mind for months. He looks back at her, expression carefully blank. ]
Church. [ And then, much as he hates to use the designation: ] Alpha.
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And there it is. Maine instantly tenses — all that Carolina might have expected before and then some. Because how the fuck does he answer that?
Maine doesn't respond immediately. Cuts his gaze to the side, watching that passing stranger's retreating back instead of looking at Carolina. Buying himself time to quash the grief and guilt and trepidation that have snapped at his heels since the moment he showed up here.
Unconsciously, his hands curl into fists at his side. He'd rather talk about gloves than answer her question. But he can't stand in silence forever. ]
Did.
[ Not an assigned one, but one that lived in his mind for months. He looks back at her, expression carefully blank. ]
Church. [ And then, much as he hates to use the designation: ] Alpha.