“I can feel you judging from here.” Penelope grumbled as she eyed Ryan from across the kitchen table.
She was sipping a smoothie that the Gamma had made for her, and though he wasn’t openly brooding she could tell that the big boy had something he wanted to say.
“I’m not judging you, Pen.” Ryan huffed. “I’m judging him.”
Ryan spit that last word with such distaste that his lip actually curled into a snarl. Her Gamma never met a stranger, and was generally kind to everyone he met, so it was kind of cute to see him so riled up.
“It’s ok, Ryan. Seriously. I wasn’t ready to be marked, and neither was he.” Penelope said calmly as she took a sip of the smoothie he’d made for her. “He’s got more baggage than a luggage carousel, but I’ll win him over. Have a little faith in your Alpha.”
“You
