BETA LUCAS
I stood in my room, leaning against the desk as Jay spoke with urgency. His voice, though calm, carried the weight of someone burdened by secrets too heavy to bear. His new identity as “Jay” still unsettled me. I wasn’t used to seeing my Alpha disguised, hiding his true face.
“Lucas, time isn’t on our side,” Jay muttered, pacing the length of the room. His steps were measured, yet each one seemed laced with frustration.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted our conversation.
“Beta, It’s me Cindy,” came the familiar voice of Megan’s maid.
“Come in,” I called, straightening up.
Cindy entered, her posture respectful, her expression unreadable. She bowed slightly before speaking. “Beta Lucas, I have something to report.”
“Go ahead,” I said, gesturing for her to continue.
