#Chapter 88 – Misstep & Mistrust

Alyson I watch this Alpha work, much like how I've grown to enjoy watching Ryan work at his desk. Olivera is tedious, mulling through paperwork, several records and file cabinet drawers, and I be sure to keep quiet as he goes through his typical day. He looks over at me every now and again, as though wandering in thought before meeting my glare and snapping back into the moment. When he looks away, I feel unsafe. I feel safer with him watching me, protecting me, and even if he had been the one to steal me from my mate and my home, I can't deny that at least he is willing to ignore the heinous suggestions of his pack. I hold back a sniffling cry, wondering if the healer was the only one interested in that horrid plan to abuse me, use me for their own pleasure, and I twitch a few times recoiling in the ache of the thoughts that flood my mind. He notices, leaning back in his desk chair while I find myself curled up in the corner o