A soft knock broke the silence of the Alpha’s office. The door opened, and two women stepped inside—young, dressed neatly, with calm but unreadable expressions. I didn’t know if Alpha Black had mindlinked them or if their arrival had been perfectly timed, but he didn’t look up to acknowledge them.
“Take her to her room,” he said simply.
Then he turned to me, eyes steady.
“I’ll call for you later.”
That was all.
Dismissed with barely a nod, but not with cruelty. Just efficient Precision.
I stood from the chair and gave a quiet, “Thank you,” unsure whether he even heard it. The two women gestured for me to follow, and I did—wordlessly, trying not to overthink what had just happened.
Honestly, I was half-expecting to be led to a cellar or some abandoned servant’s quarters. Maybe a guar
