"Alpha," Martha replied, her voice trembling slightly. "Is there something wrong?" She said this as she pretended to be innocent.
Elijah's gaze narrowed, his instincts screaming at him. "I can sense poison in the food. Taste it," he commanded again, his tone brooking no argument.
Martha's eyes widened in fear, her hands trembling as she held the tray. "But, Alpha, I... I can't," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't risk my life for this."
Elijah's jaw clenched, his patience waning. "You swore an oath to protect and serve. Now, fulfill your duty," he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
Her eyes darted around the room, panic etched on her face. She knew her plan had failed, and now she was trapped. With a sudden burst of desperation, she tried to bolt tow
