Elizabeth’s POV
“Alpha Jackson, please?” I asked over the phone in my office.
“One minute, please,” the voice answered softly.
I waited impatiently for the lady on the other side of the receiver to put the call through to Alpha Jackson.
I wasn’t sure if he would still remember me, but I only hoped. Five minutes later, she advised me that she was transferring the call. About time, I would say.
It wasn’t like Alpha Jackson to take his time to answer calls; he used to have them transferred directly to his cell phone if the call was urgent.
“Alpha Jackson, speaking,” the familiar voice said through the receiver.
“Alpha Jackson, it’s me, Lizzy!” I almost shouted over the receiver. Excitement and relief were clearly in my voice.
“Elizabeth..?” I could hear the disbelief in his voice.
