Gavin quickly entered his shack, disposing the sack of his belongings carefully on the table beside his mattress before quickly going out to the alpha. Ainar offered his hand, and Gavin gladly took it, intertwining their hands. His cheeks flushed again, but it was worth the satisfied smile that grazed the alpha’s lips.
They started walking, getting out of the omegean living space. They pass by some pack members who are probably heading to the cooking house for the midday meal. It’s almost funny how their gazes first land on Ainar, they give the alpha a small bow in greeting and then their gazes land on him next, and they give him a small bow in greeting too, paired with an unsure smile. Everyone they met along the way did this, and it’s almost amusing now to Gavin. He is still aware of their stares every time he goes out, even when he’s with Maya. But he finds himself slowly getting used to their stares, but he still feels uncomfortable e
