We hadn't made it to the kitchen yet for me to realize that we were no longer alone.
I hear footsteps and movements of someone who is not the Alpha or some guard and I stop, my ears attentive to the rustling of fabrics and light and agile steps. Sacha puts a hand on my back giving me an encouraging smile and we both go out into the kitchen.
There's a little Delta there, apparently too busy with her chores to notice us. He seemed to have taken the sheets from several beds and based on the items he had there he was preparing to wash them, probably to have them ready for the members who were to arrive since he could hear at least two other Deltas in the adjacent laundry room. The young woman was fair-skinned and of my approximate build and height, but her arms were surprisingly muscular for
