"Do you need help?" Fenja asked when she saw that Jaxon was struggling with his noodles.
Why were neither the Alpha, the Beta, nor the Gamma capable of cooking even instant noodles? Fenja thought to herself.
Jaxon turned around and looked at her. "I am fine," he said curtly and then busied himself with his noodles again.
Fenja didn't insist on helping him; she also busied herself with the ingredients she needed to cook her meal, but she made it extra.
However, the silence that ensued made her slightly uncomfortable; thus, she talked again. "Do you want me to call Jack?"
"No."
The conversation was cut short, and Fenja didn't know where she had done wrong. "Are you angry with me?" She gathered her courage to ask him, but her eyes focused on something else.
"No." Jaxon glanced at her. He had been very busy in the past few days, dealing with the matter with the North River Pack.
