Lyssa's pov

Shortly, Alpha Garrett walked out of the Gathering as I followed him to his chambers. His broad shoulders were tense, and I could feel the weight of his decision hanging in the air. Reaching his room, he ignored my presence, methodically folding his dress clothes into a box and getting ready to leave. His silence was suffocating.

“I’m coming with you,” I said, my voice steady but filled with determination.

Garrett’s thick, husky voice cut through the air, “Suit ...