Caleb noticed too.
His jealousy was palpable, a dark cloud that hung over him for the rest of the afternoon. He was curt with the other pack members, short with the servants, and barely spoke to Iva on the drive back to the villa.
When they finally returned to their suite, Iva turned to him.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
Caleb's jaw tightened.
"Nothing is wrong."
"Liar."
He looked at her, his amber eyes burning.
"The way he looked at you—"
"Alessandro?" Iva laughed. "He was just being charming. It's part of his culture."
"Charming," Caleb repeated, his voice flat. "He was undressing you with his eyes."
Iva's laugh faded.
"Caleb—"
"I don't like it," he said, his voice fierce. "I don't like anyone looking at you like that."
Iva crossed the room and took his hands.
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