CHAPTER 48
JAXON’S POV
The sound of my shoes hitting the shiny floors of Buell Interiors was loud in the quiet morning. The stress in my chest was overwhelming, getting worse with every step I took. I walked through the front doors, my jaw tight, and saw my secretary walking back and forth behind her desk, looking worried.
“What's wrong?” I said sharply, not stopping as I walked right to her. “Why did you call me so quickly?”
She jumped at my tone but quickly walked behind me, holding a clipboard close to her chest. “Alpha, it's... it's about our new supplies.” she said, her voice shaking.
I stopped and turned around. “And? What's next?”
She took a deep breath and spoke softly. “It was switched.”
I frowned. Her words didn’t make sense at first, like they were in a different language
