Chapter 23: An Alpha's Duty - Sorrell

As we reach the packhouse, Atlas lays flat allowing me to get off and I can see he’s about to shift back into Alden, so I throw my hands out in a ‘stop’ action, ‘Hold it!’ I say quickly. Atlas rises to his feet once again and looks at me quizzically.

'What’s wrong?' Alden asks through the link.

I step into the packhouse through the backdoor and make a quick left into the laundry room. Atlas curiously follows behind me, poking his head in to see what I’m up to. I sniff around, picking up a pair of pyjama pants which from the scent I can tell are one hundred per cent Alden’s, and hold them up in front of Atlas. “Can’t have you waltzing through the packhouse in the nude. Aside from the fact I like that outside of shifting, no one has seen you intimately and I would like it to stay that way. Beyond that, I don’t think you questioning Romona will go over very well if you’re doing it while naked,” I point out.

'You just don’t want anyone laying eyes on what’s ours, and I am all for that.