As soon as I had sat down on the bed, Alpha Walker stood up and removed his top.
My heart raced, and my cheeks burned, but he wasn't trying to impress me - he tossed the shirt over the back of one of the chairs, and went to find something fresh to wear.
"We need to wash before we address the Pack," he murmured, "I want their first impression of you to be positive, not..."
"...I get it," I interrupted him. I knew we both looked terrible, and we had obviously been traveling for days, but I couldn't help wondering whether there was more to his concern than realizing we needed to freshen up a little.
"Do you think they will accept me?"
My question caught him off guard, and he tensed up.
"Of course they're going to accept you," he sounded hurt - as if he couldn't understand why I would as
