Arriving at the packhouse, we see the Alpha giving his guests a tour. Iris starts pacing in my head, bowing lowly in a defensive pose with her fur raised and growling menacingly. Taking a deep breath in, I smell something familiar. I sharply exhale as I realize it is the unidentified scent that was in my room. I narrowed my eyes at the men standing on the stairs to the first floor and found myself, yet again, meeting the steely gaze of the man who made me uncomfortable during his last visit.
"Hello ladies," Alpha Markus says as he glares at us, "Gentlemen, this is our Head Omega Jill and two of her staff. Please excuse them, they're on their way to prepare lunch." He finishes in an indignant tone. Taking that as our sign to leave, we bow our heads in submission and continue to walk up the
