Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate
Alpha Klaus said, half-closing his eyes as if sighing.
"What?" I doubted my ears, but the sound from outside the door interrupted my question.
"Knock knock!"
As if something was gently tapping on the door, the gloom in Klaus's eyes dispersed, returning to his usual expressionless demeanor. He slowly leaned back, indifferent. "Come in."
"Oh, my, Are you done making out? I hate interrupting, but your meds are ready."
Ulysses, the wizard, pushed open the door, wrapped in his long black robe, complaining as he walked in, holding two cups, one large and one small.