Liam's pov
The energy in the pack house felt dense, almost suffocating, and I couldn't help but notice the subtle tension that lingered between Pecan and Alpha Paul. It wasn't my place to pry, but I wasn't blind either. Something was there; something unspoken and heavy.
As I stood beside Pecan at the edge of the room, she tried her best to appear engaged in our conversation, but her glances toward Paul gave her away. Her eyes flickered toward him repeatedly, as if searching for something; acknowledgment, perhaps, or even a confrontation.
I couldn't help but wonder if something was going on between them.
Paul, however, seemed determined to ignore her existence entirely. He didn't spare her so much as a glance, his focus entirely on Noah or the various pack matters he had to address.
"It seems the Alpha has a lot on his mind," I remarked casually, trying to redirect her attention.
Pecan offered me a small, tight-lipped smile. "He always does."
