“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Ian asked as Jamie was picking up the tray with food he was instructed to bring to the Alpha’s room for dinner. There was enough for at least three people in there, so it was heavy, and he was afraid that if he lost his balance even for a second, it would all crash in his feet. But he couldn’t keep relying on Ian and Lola. They had been coddling him way too much, and it was becoming uncomfortable.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said, giving the other guy a reassuring smile. “Don’t wait for me. I already ate.”
“What? When?” Ian shouted after him, but Jamie chose not to answer, focusing on walking and holding the tray with his trembling hands. He wasn’t stupid; he knew that carrying the alpha’s dinner to his room was just a pretext, but for the goddess’s sak
