Quit your job

Emma's POV

"Draven?" I fluttered my eyes open; he looked far more furious than confused. He was a tall, well-built Alpha, capable of crushing me like a twig.

He dragged his eyes to the knife in my hand as if he was asking me for an explanation. That was when I was reminded that my hand was still in his grip; I tried to withdraw but he tightened his hold on me, refusing to let go.

I said, “I am sorry. I thought you were an assassin.”

“What?” He threw away my hand as if it were some filth and entered the house, without saying anything.

“Hey, stop.” I meekly tried to stop him and followed him in.

I locked the door and gingerly hugged my waist, “Why are you here?”

He sat down on the couch and stared daggers at me, I could say that he was upset but I did not know what for. Him just sitting there, looking at me silently was making me uncomfortable.

I asked, “Will you just tell me why you are here?”

“You tell me. Why do you think I am here?” He finally uttered.

“Me? How would I… Wait, are th