Ackerly stood in quiet observation as the bustling activity of his colleagues filled the room. Ackerly's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and his heart raced as he struggled to maintain his composure. Their eyes couldn't help but steal fleeting glances at him. The Alpha had decided to grant him a much-needed respite and thus barred him from participating in any work today.
He lounges in the verdant oasis of the Pack House's backyard, where a breathtaking garden awaits, basking in the glow of both the rising and setting sun. The crispness of the air drew Ackerly here as the sun started to set. He knew he must pause and take respite here.
From the moment he set foot in the Pack House, he had been ensconced in the Alpha's quarters, hidden from prying eyes. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, acutely aware of the intense scrutiny he was receiving from their piercing gazes.
