Alpha Asher
"Carlisle, are you still my beta, or are you moonlighting as Helen’s personal handyman now? I barely see you around the pack."
Carlisle, who had been sipping from a glass of water, nearly choked. He coughed, turning slightly red as he glanced between Helen and Asher. "I’m still your beta, Alpha," he managed to say, squirming under Asher’s gaze. "I was just... helping them, you know, settle in. They needed... uh... shelves."
Olivia couldn’t help but snort. "Shelves, huh?"
Carlisle nodded vigorously, thankful for any excuse. "Yep. Lots of shelves. And boxes. It was a lot."