“Tarren Greene, at your service,” the Beta said stiffly, baring his teeth in what was meant to be a polite smile.
It looked more like a threat. The tic in his jaw was unmistakable.
Liana, for her part, looked delighted. She ignored the hostility entirely and smiled at him as if he’d just offered her tea instead of thinly veiled violence. “A pleasure,” she said brightly. “You recover fast.”
Tarren’s eyes narrowed. “I beg your pardon?”
“Oh -“ she waved a hand lightly, green eyes dancing, “- from being knocked flat by a pot. I was worried you might still be dizzy.”
His jaw clenched harder. “You hit me.”
“I apologised,” she said, affronted. “And it was necessary.”
“You threw a pot at a Beta.”
“You were collateral damage.”
“I was entering my own Alpha’s packhouse.”
“Exactly,” she smil
