Martha balanced the tray carefully in her hands as she made her way down the corridor toward the Alpha’s office. The cup rattled softly against its saucer with each step, the dark liquid inside shifting dangerously close to the rim.
Alpha Alexander did not like his coffee spilled.
He did not like many things out of place.
The pack house had learned that long ago.
The hallway leading to his office was quiet at this hour. Most of the staff had retreated to their quarters, and the warriors on rotation moved silently through their posts. Martha adjusted her grip slightly and slowed her steps as she neared the door.
It was partially closed.
Not unusual.
Voices filtered through the narrow gap.
She would normally knock immediately, announce herself, and enter only when permitted. That was
