Her heart thumps and the entire bakery falls dead silent. I guess most of these old cronies are of the same mindset.

“I…” She’s visibly shaking.

“Will you pack me a few pecan pies or will you refuse to serve me since they’re for Azura?” I ask as she picks up a brown paper bag.

“N-no, not at all. I apologise for my b-behaviour.” She stutters, placing several into the bag with trembling hands as she clutches the tongs.

“No, you aren’t, it’s because an Alpha is in front of you… One of the things I hate the most in this world are those who pick on those they know...