The grandeur of the pack house struck me anew as I approached it. I've been summoned by Alpha Damon, and as much as I hate it, I'm left with no choice.
Looks like he has done major renovations here, because these shiny floors don't look like those scuffed, dull floors I used to scrub when I worked here.
I couldn't get my eyes off the wall to his office as the beta hurried to usher me into a large office, the walls were lined with large pictures of people I suspect were Alpha Damon ancestors. I tried to suppress a shudder; their eyes seemed to follow me, judging as if saying that I deserve whatever terrible things Alpha Damon has in store for me.
“Alpha, Miss Enya is here” the beta announced, bowing slightly as he closed the door behind me, leaving me alone with him–the devil himself.
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