Harwick paused. The pause was brief, barely half a second, but Caelum heard it the way he heard everything these days, with an alertness that bordered on paranoia and that he could not seem to turn off no matter how hard he tried.
“Which omega?” Harwick asked carefully.
“Don’t,” Caelum said.
“Alpha.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know which omega I’m talking about. The entire pack knows which omega I’m talking about. Every wolf in this building has been watching me watching her for the past eleven days and the only person who seems committed to pretending otherwise is you.”
Harwick set the glass of water on the table beside his chair. He folded his hands in his lap with the practiced calm of a man who had survived three decades of serving volatile alphas by learning exactly when to speak a
