He answered with a slow shake of his head as he stalked toward me.
My brows furrowed. “Then why—”
“Where were you?”
I forced out a laugh and drew in a long breath to hurl a slew of obscenities at him and his audacity, but then I paused. The scent radiating from his skin explained his bloodshot eyes and why he looked like he’d fall over any moment. “You’re drunk.”
My observation prompted another shake of his head. This time, a slight tick in his jaw accompanied the gesture.
I threw my arms into the air. “You get wasted, and your first thought was to come here?”
He massaged his temples. “I’m not drunk, Joanna.”
“Hey, Vox,” I called out to the smart device set up in my apartment. “Call Maya.” I brushed past Marcus and made my way to the nearest intercom.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
The call connected almost immediately. “Joey,” Maya’s worried voice filled the room. “Is he with you?”
My eyes narrowed. “Your alpha showed up at my door in the middle of the night smelling like booze and looking like shit. Maybe you can tell me what the hell is going on?”
Maya sighed. “May I speak with him?”
I turned, meeting Marcus’s scorching gaze. “You’re on speaker.”
“Alpha, are you alright?”
He grunted. “I’m fine, Maya. I’d be even better if Joanna told me where she’d been all day.”
“Jerome and I have been trying to reach you,” Maya continued. “We heard what happened at the club. We were setting out to go look for you.”
Maya’s words sucked all the air from the room.
“You were at Club Luna?” I breathed.
The Alpha didn’t respond. He stared at me without so much as a blink until Maya’s firm voice echoed through the room.
“Alpha, I’m coming to get you.”
My head whipped toward the intercom. “He’s fine here,” I objected.
“But—”
“I’ll make sure he’s back at the compound early in the morning. Thanks, Maya. Vox, hang up.”
I didn’t hear the last of what Maya had to say before the call ended. Even if she had gotten her words out, I doubt I would’ve paid them any attention. My irritation had already morphed into stifling concern.
“Sit,” I ordered, charging forward to drag Marcus to the couch by his arm.
To my surprise, he didn’t resist. I pushed him onto the leather and sat beside him, checking his shirt for any rips or tears and sighing in relief when I found none.
He really was okay… but why did I feel this fucking relieved?
I straightened my shoulders that’d dropped in reprieve.
“Why couldn’t you just tell me you were at the club, asshole?”
I caught Marcus’s fleeting smirk, but then he let out a harsh breath. “All day something felt off.” His eyes bore into me, sharp enough to sting. “I thought you were in trouble.”
