Braxton
Brax watched the girl from last night walk across the dining room, saw Alpha Farley stalking barely two steps behind her. Though he already knew that the boy had eaten, he also had heard him all angry with her out there in the foyer of the packhouse. Heard the words he’d tried to state and been stopped by Micheal himself.
Yes, Farley had definitely picked up her scent on him last night; likely wasn’t all that hard to do. Lockey had done so. She did smell sweet to him, of honey and raspberries. His eyes moved to Farley a moment later and found him staring right at him, staring him down, he thought. Yes, that man was more than ticked off, it seemed.
Though watching her having to sit next to him; knew it was protocol, and she did do it, he didn’t think she was happy about it. He w
