73. A Call.

Elena.

It was now 11:00 p.m. and I was back in bed, reading. The room was dark, lit only by my bedside lamp. I didn’t hear from Mr. Deangelo today but I know he called the children. I heard him on the phone to Mia and Diego earlier. Part of me had been a little disappointed that he never calls me. I could not bring myself to understand why he would be so off with me. He had even called most of the pack at least once, all except me. I blew out a deep breath and shuffled around on the bed, annoyed at myself for no reason.

I turned the page a little too aggressively and continued reading. My phone danced across my side table, the name Mr. Deangelo lighting up the screen. My heart instantly raced. It was him!

‘Act casual and professional,’ I reminded myself.

“Hello? Alpha?”

“Hello, Elle,” he purred.

Elle? Oh my god! Did the alpha just purr and call me Elle?

This was definitely a different kind of call.

I bit back my smile. “Hi. Sir.” I greeted.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

“Uhm