Mated To The Beastly Alpha
The subtle shuffling of papers and the nonchalant posture she assumes create the illusion of a casual reader engrossed in a novel.
The door creaks open almost immediately and Marisol is not surprised to see Caleb walk in. His eyes ever so suspicious as he takes in the sight Marisol sits admists.
"What are you doing, Marisol? Why the sudden interest in the pack's layout?"
“Morning to you too, Caleb, Alpha of Redwood.” She answers, looking up from her book.
Caleb sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair. “What are you up to this time around, Marisol? You accosted my mate in the kitchen with weird questions too. What is all this about?”