"You're sweating. What did the Alpha make you do to sweat like this?" A week later, Gretchen was fuming when Aurelia hurried out to meet them outside the Alpha's door.
"It's the weather." Aurelia cleared her throat, retorting lamely as she joined them in dusting the place.
Ronan watched the two ladies from a corner.
Gretchen felt eyes on them and glanced behind her.
She still held a grudge against him for how he yanked Aurelia away from her a week ago, so she huffed and hugged Aurelia protectively with one hand.
"I don't know what's been going on this past week that you can't tell me, but if the Beta is doing something to you, you do know you can always report him to the Alpha, don't you?"
Aurelia followed her gaze, bobbing her head in acknowledgment.
Her knowledge of Ronan Dreadmoor was that he was a man of few words. He followed the Mad Dog's every order without question and did whatever he could to protect him.
He was a man with a body and mind that wasn't his own.
