Suspicious

“Is that what you are wearing?” Maverick asks, and I frown at him in the mirror.

He sits on the edge of my bed watching, waiting for me to panic or change—again. But not this time. No, I’m damn happy in my insanely soft little navy dress. It hugs my curves in all the right places while not showing so much that I am uncomfortable in it.

“Yes.” I answer, smoothing it over my hips. “Now let’s just hope I pass inspection.”

I turn and walk past Maverick, looking for my purse and wallet, the same one I haven’t needed once since being here.

“I really don’t like the idea of you guys going into town.” He says.

“Artemis is fine with it.”

“Artemis is a great alpha, but this is my realm and I am telling you, I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it.” I turn to face him.

“Tatum, there are things going on, things that Alpha Artemis isn’t sharing…” he says, standing and walking over to me. I shoot him a glare, pressing my clenched fist to my hip.

“Oh, suddenly your alpha isn’t to be tru