52. Beatrix

BEATRIX…..

I rapped my knuckles twice against the wooden door of the office room of Alpha Christian. "It's Beatrix, Alpha Christian." I waited for his response and then after some moment came his response.

"Come in."

Pushing the wooden door I stepped inside the room. I was kind of scared as it was the first time that I was going to have a conversation with him. I found him looking down at some papers in a very serious way. The spectacle was hanging on the tip of his nose. It was slipping down and I found him adjusting it.

"You asked for me, Alpha Christian," I asked him in my meek tone, standing like an obedient child holding my hands from behind. But my heart was hammering inside my rib cage. And I was sure he could hear my heartbeat from afar.

"Yes." With a small response, he lifted his gaze to look at me.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked and I gave him a small response with a small smile. "Better."

"That's good to hear." He said again, giving his attention to the papers down o