He doesn’t look like he’s about to dive to the floor, which I would fully expect anyone to be in the process of doing if they gave an order like that to an alpha. But he’s not the only one acting like it’s perfectly normal for a beta to speak that bluntly to an alpha.
The rest of the pack are still quietly chatting among themselves as they eat their breakfast and sip their orange juice or coffee.
Maybe they’re keeping their head down to avoid attracting Bennett’s attention.
My gaze goes back to Bennett, as I wait for the alpha of the Winter Lake Pack to pull Mack up about ordering him about. If anyone from Shane or my father’s pack ever spoke to them like that, they’d be lucky if they were still breathing after.
Once Mack takes the platter from a nonplussed Bennett, he’s forking bacon
