"What did you do?"
Tristan finally glanced at me, a slow turn of his head. His gaze burned. "What I had to."
Before I could respond, he was out of the car.
My mother's eyes darted to him—then to me—as I scrambled out after him, the leather jacket still hanging off my frame like a neon sign that screamed I spent the night at the Alpha's estate.
My father's gaze locked on the jacket, and the muscle in his jaw ticked.
"Olivia," my mother said, her voice clipped and brittle. "Explain."
Explain what? The fact that I tried to steal money last night? That I got caught by an Alpha prince who now thinks I'm his mate? That I'm standing here, in his clothes, with absolutely no clue how to get out of this situation?
I opened my mouth—nothing came out.
Tristan stepped beside me, his presence a solid wall of heat and dominance, and the tension in the air thickened.
"Is there a problem?" His voice was smooth but edged—like a knife wrapped in silk.
