I follow Ma’am Cassandra down the hall way and out the servant quarters with a million thoughts buzzing on my mind. Some of them which are: Why has the Alpha summoned me, why in his bedroom? What have I done? What does he want with me? And the list goes on. I am as nervous as a child who has been asked to confess his crime to his father and receive punishment.

Gah!

It’s the fact that we’re going to his bedroom that’s freaking me out like this. He should have asked me to ...