Liora
“Alpha Liora! Alpha Liora!”
I turn to the sound of my name being called, my hands cradling my stomach, to see who is calling me.
Running towards me from the direction of the packhouse is Fred, the teen pup waving his right hand as he carries a basket to me. I grin, shaking my head helplessly at the pup, and wait for him to reach my side.
“Fred, you know you can just call me Liora,” I say as soon as he stops before me, the kid panting from running so far.
“I know, but it’s fun calling you Alpha.” he grins.
I chuckle at this, ruffling the teen’s hair.
“So, why have you come to find me?” I ask, turning back to open the door to the greenhouse.
“I heard you were picking berries and wanted to join in,” Fred sheepishly admits, rubbing the back of his neck. I chuckle again, motionin
