Emma’s POV
I’m crossing the courtyard, arms full of fresh linens for the guest wing, when I spot Brittany storming out of the Alpha’s private entrance.
Her face is flushed, her eyes bright with anger, her heels striking the stone like gunfire. She doesn’t see me; she’s too busy glaring at nothing.
My stomach knots.
What did they talk about?
I drop the linens with the housekeeper and hurry to Richard’s office. The door is ajar. I step inside and close it behind me.
Richard looks up from his desk, the hard lines of his face softening the instant he sees me.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “I just saw Brittany leave. She looked… angry. What happened?”
He stands, rounds the desk, and cups my cheek. “Nothing for you to worry about, little mate. I was just setting things straight, that’s al
