Chapter 12. Confrontation

I should have just hidden away like I planned. The moment I stepped into the kitchen and was asked to serve a guest in the meeting room, I knew it was over.

"I don’t think I’m fit for this, Faith," I protested, hoping for an escape. "I’m new to the pack—I can’t serve the Alphas."

"You’re not serving the Alphas, Rexxona. Just a guest who came with them," she replied, pushing the tray into my hands. "All you have to do is go in, drop it off, and walk out."

"But... wait. Is Rose here?" I asked, grasping at any possible excuse.

"She’s busy sorting out their accommodations," Faith sighed. "Now go."

I took a deep breath, finally accepting my fate. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios. If Ron saw me, I’d be labeled a thief, discarded by this pack, and dragged back to his for whatever twisted reason he was chasing me. My luck had never been great, and today was no exception.