Alpha Noah

dumped it on me. Regardless, I frantically zip it up, anxiously looking all around as if someone might be looking in on me, ready to report me to the authority. It's illegal to have this much cash

wait another second to get inside. I might not even be allowed inside... "We have to go through the back entrance. That's where the rest of the delivers go," he tells me flatly, clearly irritated he's had to drag me along. I feel foolish myself. We aren't special guests. "Well, since you were requested to be here, you might as well come in with me," he says, stepping out the van. I follow, jumping down on the grass. It sinks under my feet, the blades almost seeming to sneak up my shoes to my ankle. I quickly step onto the asphalt again, nervous. This place is admittedly strange, but I don't mention it to Jeffrey. Wordlessly, I follow him to the back door, which although is for staff, is still more extravagant than anything in my apartment. Swallowing nervously, I watch him knock promptly. A woman opens it for us, looking bored and uninterested as she motions for us to follow. "This isn't the average delivery," she says as we walk in, voice dripping with that thick Harmony Pack accent. "Why was she asked along?" Both Jeffrey and the strange woman look at me, both looking unsure in themselves. Maybe I shouldn't have come, even if it was requested of me. No one knows why I'm here, so I'm assuming it's all a big mistake, or some kind of instruction lost in translation. Either way, I stand here, mortified. "Believe it or not, people here have been whispering that the Alpha requested it out of nowhere. No one knows why," she says lowly, as if I can't hear. I lean against the back door, unsure of what I should do. We are in a room full of mail that must be for the Alpha and his staff. Jeffrey holds the small black box that we are hand delivering especially for him. I'm more concentrated on what she said. "Why would he do that?" I question, looking at them as if they might provide me some answers. The woman, whoever she is, doesn't look like she works very high up here. She wears a basic uniform, dark hair tossed up into a bun. "I don't know, why would he?" She questions, narrowing her eyes. I blink. She's accusing me. I'm not sure what if, but she is. Looking at Jeffrey for help, it doesn't look like he's going to give me any. We are all as confused as each other. Finally, the worker here leads me out the mail door, leaving Jeffrey behind to wait for me. There is a potent mix of nerves and excitement churning within my stomach. "Don't think you're going upstairs. You're staying on the servants level," she tells me firmly. She must think I'm here with an ulterior motive. "You know I don't know why he requested me to come here, right?" I say. She leads me down a rather dark hallway, lit dimly. The stairs we pass by must lead up to where Noah dwells. It almost feel improper to even think his true name without putting the word Alpha in front of it. "I haven't heard from his mouth he wants to see you, so for all I know you're friends with someone high up, and you're using them to get to the Alpha," she comments. "It happens more often than you think." Finally, she leads me into a seperate room that is practically empty