~ Savannah’s POV ~

- - - - - ONE MONTH LATER - - - - -

“Good morning, Alpha Savannah,” Kathy says with a big smile as she delivers my regular coffee and a croissant to my bedroom.

Yes, you heard that right. For the past month, Kathy’s been calling me Alpha Savannah now. And not just her, everyone else does too.

“Morning Kathy,” I reply. I’m sitting at the desk by the window, busily typing into the laptop. Gesturing to the spot next to my laptop, I say, “You can put that over there,”

Kathy does as she’s told, putting the coffee down carefully. In case you’re wondering...