Chapter 82
Betrayed by Blood
Martha froze, her face drained of blood as a cold sweat broke out across her skin. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt beneath her feet. She slowly raised her eyes, and there he stood—Alpha Cain. His figure filled the doorway, his presence suffocating her immediately.
She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Her legs weakened, but she forced herself to stand tall.
"What are you doing in here?" Cain’s voice was low, but there was a sharpness to it that made her heart race. His gaze fell to her outstretched hand, the letter she’d been about to snatch now hovering in midair. His eyebrows rose in silent accusation. "Speak up, Martha!"
Martha’s mind raced, searching for a way to explain herself, but nothing seemed to come to her. Her words felt trapped in her throat, her thoughts muddled by fear.
"I—I wasn’t... I didn’t mean—" she stammered, the lie slipping from her lips before she could even think about it.
Cain’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t move closer. "You’re what? Snooping around in Lydia’s office? Is that it?" He asked, and her eyes widened, the letter falling from her hand and onto the table.
"What? No! Alpha. I was only helping Beta Lydia put the papers back on the table. It fell off, and I was just-" she didn’t get to complete her words as Lydia stepped in right at that moment, in her hand was a bottle of water. Her eyebrows furrowed the second she stepped in, confusion filling her features. Her gaze shifted from Cain, whom she was in no way expecting to find, to Martha, who stood by her table, looking shell-shocked and scared.
"Martha? What are you doing here?" Lydia asked.
"I—" She was still too shaken to form a coherent sentence, and as she glanced from one to the other, it was clear her story wasn’t convincing. Cain’s eyes narrowed at her in silence, and Lydia’s confusion deepened.
"Answer her," Cain said coldly, his voice like ice.