ELAINE’S POV
“Hello?” I called to Corrigan sitting at Lucien’s desk.
She sat still and quiet, only sniffing at intervals. I walked over to the desk, turning to catch a good view of her.
“What do you want?” I asked. Her bloodshot eyes scared me for a second, but I found composure.
“Uhm, I was arranging the…desk,” Her reply came in stammers.
“On whose instructions? At this time?” I queried.
“I am the Alpha's maid, it's my duty to…” she began.
“The Alpha is not here,” I cut her short, getting irritated, “it's such an ungodly hour, you can clean in the morning if need be,” I said, dismissing her.
“I'm sorry,” she said, leaving the room with a bowed face.
She came to a pause at the door, while I went over to the bed.
“What?” I yelled, my frustration hitting its peak. I held the edge o
