CHAPTER 10

Trudeau’s POV

Dr. Russell is on the line…”

I groaned and reluctantly took the phone off the tray.

“Don’t ever put my phone in a tray like that again. It looks ridiculous.” I looked up at him. He nodded aggressively in compliance.

“Go.” I watched him go away, skipping steps and moving faster than he should be. I took a sniff of the air, infiltrating the fume of petals and soil was the pungent fear that sipped from the pores of the skin.

You see, fear was a scent I was too used to. It was the sweetest scent when you commanded it, and it could be a nasty sight when you are not directly or purposefully inciting it.

I exhaled before putting the phone to my ear.

“…Hello? Hunny, I don’t think the alpha is present with his phone. It seems to be radio silent. Maybe we should call him back lat—“

“Mr. Russell, I’m with you. Speak.” I said monotonously.

“Oh oh, pardon my assumption. I’m here. Sorry, I was at a function where I was needed so I couldn’t make it to your call but I’m here now