Chapter 35 Tasting The Alpha

• The private elevator ride had elevated Elara’s adrenaline to a frantic pitch. She stood before the Alpha’s solid oak door, the polished wood reflecting the dim light of the hallway. With a soft, shaky hand, she knocked.
• ​“Come in.” The voice was deep, authoritative, and impatient.
• ​Elara hesitantly pushed the door open. The air inside the office was thick with the scent of old leather, paper, and the sharp, dominating musk of the Alpha. The alpha sat behind his massive glass desk, his features set in a grim expression. Another man was standing opposite him.