Chapter sixty seven

~Hazel~

“You don’t think you should tell me what you want to say directly.” He walked in with all confidence with his hands in his pockets.

His wolf scent flooded the room making me feel a little stuffy.

What’s going on? ‘Kyra, we shouldn't take note of his scent’ I warned through my thoughts as I kept my eyes away from his face.

“Asher, you didn’t see my text?” Tristan's voice came out a little hitched as I took note of the atmosphere.

I could feel their aura as they both silently and slowly fought for dominance with me in the middle.

“You not gonna offer me a seat?” He muttered with smile as I could clearly see the smug look on his face and the unspoken words between them.

“I don’t think you ever waited to be offered one before sitting.” Tristan cold reply came in a little masked as a joke as I could feel strong gazes flying round.

what’s going on? Did something happen behind my back? They were never this way, even though you could always sense the te