Alyssa's POV
Ryker leads up thru the packhouse and into a spare bedroom.
"Ok. Here is it. The bathroom should have towels, shampoos, and anything that you need. This room is yours as long as you would like it." Ryker says.
"Thank you, Ryker," I say.
"Thank you, Alpha," Violet whispers, looking at the ground.
"You can call me Ryker." Ryker shrugs.
"I'm sorry Al-Ry-Ryker." Violet says nervously. "If-If it's ok, I would like to go shower," Violet asks.
"Yeah, it's totally fine. I'll be right here." I answer. "Take your time. No rush." Violet nervously walks past me and into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
"What did you say that made her calm down?" Ryker asks.
"Nothing"
"That's obviously not the case. She calmed down considerably. She even let you hug her." R
