Delta Duties
“Thank you for taking the time to see me, Alpha,” I say as I settle into the leather chair in front of his desk. I clench my teeth to keep a smirk from forming as Alpha Damon does everything he can to avoid making eye contact with me.
“Of course, Athena. How are you feeling?” He asks as he looks over the papers on his desk.
“Oh, I’m fine, thank you. I felt a lot better after I washed off the grime from the bunkers’ cell. It’s filthy down there.”
“Yes, well, it’s been a while since we’ve had to hold anyone down there,” he says as he shifts his gaze to his computer screen.
“Of course. So anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’d like to accept the position of being the Lunas Delta.”
He stops what he’s doing and finally makes eye contact with me. “Really?” He asks. “Are you sure about that?”