“Hello?”
For some reason, some reason that was unfathomable to me, my heart was thudding wildly in my chest, beating like a the timpani in Beethoven’s thunderstorm. I could barely barely breathe, could barely feel my legs as I stood there, waiting expectantly for the person on the other side of the line to speak, to say something, anything.
As soon as the servant had mentioned that it was the notorious Alpha Marcel, the very Alpha who everyone seemed to bind to my name in one way or the other, I knew that I had to answer. I absolutely had to.
I had abandoned all of my hopes of being able to go for a stroll on the grounds, to walk through the gardens that I had been staring at for hours upon end through the window of my bedroom.
“I hadn’t been expecting you to answer.”
His voice w
