Iris & Arthur
Iris
The Beta stops in the middle of the sidewalk, his shoulders tensing. I storm toward him and grab his arm, forcing him to turn and look at me.
“He told you to follow me around, didn’t he?” I growl, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “How long have you been following me, hm? Have you watched me go to the bathroom, too?”
Ezra’s face flushes. “I didn’t—”
“Just tell me the truth,” I insist.
He stares at me for a moment, clearly battling between his duty to his Alpha and not getting decked in the face by a woman half his size. Finally, he nods. “Yes. Alpha Arthur asked me to keep an eye on you when you go out. It’s just for safety purposes, though. Nothing more.”
“Safety purposes,” I echo with a wry scoff. “Yeah, right. He’s trying to build more
