Hold Up

The man frowned as he thought about it and my father opened his mouth to ruin my plan.

"But you..."

"I already spent some time there, yes, we all know that, but I did my time," I lied, not letting my father speak. The head of security shrugged and asked my father if that sounded good to him.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, shaking with anticipation when I saw my father considering the situation.

"Hmm..." he thinks it over for a bit with his eyes on mine, telling me a million things with them, "Okay. Then I can keep a close eye on her behavior."

"Not that we doubt your word, Alpha Monroe, but someone unrelated to her has to be on charge of her, making sure she’s doing what she needs to."

My father and the old man went back to the office and talked for a while. Then my father came out alone and informed me without looking at me that General and Sergeant Thorne would be arriving to pick me up, then he left.

Four hours have passed and they have not arrived.

So here I am, sad and alone.