Chapter 17: A Confrontation and a Proposition
(Elara's POV)
I rubbed my temples as I reviewed the hospital expansion documents in my hotel room. The Silver Crown Hotel wasn't exactly home, but it would have to do during this project assessment. A soft knock at the connecting door interrupted my concentration.
"Elara? I brought you some coffee." Rachel, my pack assistant, peeked her head in.
I noticed immediately how her cheeks flushed pink. Her eyes darted nervously around the room, refusing to meet mine directly. The scent of her anxiety was unmistakable.
"Thank you," I said, accepting the cup without enthusiasm.
Rachel lingered, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. "So... that was Alpha Lucian in the hallway earlier?"
There it was. The real reason for her impromptu coffee
