Chapter 11. Breakfast with the Alpha

“The Alpha is already waiting for you, my lady.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

My hands trembled in obvious fear and perturbation. I couldn’t hide the tension on my face, and my shoulders were so rigid. Should I say something when we enter the dining hall? I couldn’t hear what Thelma was saying anymore. My mind was blocked from everything, and the only thing I felt at the moment was the frantic beating of my heart. The throbbing sound was so overwhelming that I was scared that my heart had already moved in my ears.

“Are you listening to me, Lady Claire? ”

I was shaken, frowning. “P-Pardon? ”

Thelma helplessly spanked her forehead with the palm of her hand; her steps were small but fast. A hint that she was also anxious about what would happen. I wondered if she was concerned about me or if she was just concerned about the Alpha’s assessment of her job based on the behavior I would portray in front of him.

That made me a little bothered. I could