Chapter 81. Save His Life

I made my way to the packhouse and up the familiar stairs, a pit of dread in my stomach, feeling like I was walking toward my execution. The wide hallway loomed ahead. Step by step, I forced myself forward until I was standing outside of Alpha’s office door. Inhaling deeply, I knocked.

“Come in!”

Even from behind the limited protection of the door, Alpha’s curt response washed over me in ice cold waves, causing goosebumps to flare on my arms. I took a second to briskly rub my exposed flesh to rid myself of the telltale bumps that revealed my anxiety. Taking another deep breath, I opened the door, stepped inside, and pushed it shut behind me.

Alpha was seated behind a large mahogany desk, reclined casually in his executive leather chair, eyeing me with obvious disdain. I remaining standing by the door, not daring to move unless instructed to do so, and dropped my gaze to the floor.

“Sit,” he snarled, contempt oozing, the order sounding more li