Chapter 13

ALARIC’S POV

“What are you looking at?” Ben asked when he saw me by the window, looking at the ground below.

I pulled my gaze away from my mate, who had become a constant source of puzzlement these past few days, to meet Ben’s inquiring face.

“Nothing.”

Ben, unconvinced, went to poke his head out of the wide window to check for himself what had gotten me occupied. He had this knowing look when he spotted Emma, my favorite slave.

"Are you h*rny?" He asked, and I slapped his hand away.

Then, his eyes took on a peculiar twinkling after his sight landed on Erin, tending to the vegetable garden outside my house and picking up what she needed for cooking.

“Erin seemed to know her way around the house - a far cry from the pampered daughter of the Alpha that I expected.”

We have the same observation there.

I, too, am puzzled at how she had been so proficient in the household chores. It was like she had been doing it almost all her life.

“And have you noticed how rough her hand is?” Be