Viktoria POV
About thirty minutes after recess, I step out of my class and find two guards standing stiffly on either side of the door. Their uniforms let me know they’re the ones attached to the alpha of the pack. They’re sent out on errands that are personal to the alpha himself. I stare at them, surprised. They stare back blankly, mute, watching me.
“What do you want?” I ask, taking one step back into the class.
They don’t move however, their bored eyes just kept on staring. One has a thin moustache, each uneven, making it look like the hour and minute hands of the clock. The other is cleanshaven with a huge nose.
“We’ve been ordered by the Alpha to bring you home to the house after work,” honks the one with the big nose.
Oh, the Alpha? Marco is really going through with this.
