REBECCA
Thirty minutes later, Reiner and I walked into the Alpha’s office. I’d always loved that place, even though, of course, I didn’t spend much time there: it had such a welcoming feeling that it was nice to get in and saddening to get out.
James was an Alpha who wanted everyone to feel welcome and safe in talking to him – like children to a father, or friends to a friend: for that, he always had a kettle for tea and a coffee machine plugged in, and some sweet and savory snacks on the small table in the area of the office he’d arranged as a living room.
His office was in stark contrast to his wife’s, where I’d been for the first time that morning: Luna’s office was cold and unwelcoming, and everything was actively studied to make you feel inferior, little, and scared … or, better,
