Iron Pot

Adea

Since Liam had walked it, he hadn’t looked at me, or Shane. His eyes were downcast. Devin made a noise by my side and when I turned to him, I didn’t miss the look of clear disapproval on his face as he glared at Liam in the doorway.

“What are you doing here? I clearly told you to stay clear of the packhouse. I gave you tasks to do,” Devin said.

He’s in full Beta mode and I’m caught off guard by the tone of his voice. Liam is one of them, always has been. I’m curious about what could have brought about this animosity that I’m hearing.

“Yes, Beta. I’m aware. Alpha Shane instructed me to get the car since you were preoccupied,” Liam said. He kept his eyes on the ground as he spoke. Devin let out a stressful-sounding sigh and looks at Shane.

“We talked about this, Alpha,” Devin said.

“You were doing something important,” Shane said as his hand caressed up and down my back. “I wanted the car ready for when she came down. Is there a problem, Beta?” Shane asked.