Sam’s POV
I was still frustrated when Alex pulled me out of the office. All I wanted was to organize some baskets for our new pack members and do it according to what they were. Male, female, mated, single, a family, kids, and he said it was a waste of time.
“Let’s have dinner in our room. Just the two of us,” Alex said, as he pulled me the rest of the way downstairs.
“I like that idea.”
“Just have to grab the cart from the kitchen. It should be ready.”
As we walked into the dining hall, it got quiet. All the conversation stopped and everyone looked at us. Something was going on and I wasn’t sure, but I had a feeling it was about me.
“Sam, where are you?” Anne linked me.
“The dining hall. What is going on?”
She didn’t answer me back but came running out of the kitchen holding a pie
