Elizabeth’s POV
I sat nervously on the chair Alpha Tyson offered, my legs crossed tightly as if they were the only things anchoring me to the earth.
To say I was timid was to say the very least of my problem there.
Being shy was easy compared to this. Right there and then, timidity wrapped around me like a suffocating cloak, and I almost forgot what I had to say.
“Would you like a drink?” He said after I had sat down in front of his desk.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Regardless, I tried to steady my breath, drawing in deep, shaky gulps of air I had heard would help me and so I did it.
I heard a machine brewing behind me and then saw him come to stand beside me.
“Are you alright?” Alpha Tyson asked as his eyes regarded me with a concerned gaze.
Those piercing eyes softened slightly and mov
