Ryker stood in the elevator, hands in the pockets of his black slacks and eyes staring at nothing. All the thoughts whirling through his head made concentrating on any one of them exceedingly difficult. The nerves tingling all through his body were not exactly helping, either. Of course, he knew that Noctavia had told him that she would support him in something like this, but now that the time came, he could not help but wonder how she would react. So far as he knew, he and Elay were the only ones in the pack. There was Liam, yes, but he had not made very much of a name for himself, as of yet. But Ryker himself was Beta, and Elay had recently been promoted to Delta, so it was safe to say that they were fairly prominent figures in the pack. He would like to think that those things would not change Noctavia’s perspective, but who could say?
The ding of the elevator roused him from his thoughts and he glanced up at the floor indicator, unbelieving that it had already reached the top of the building. Stepping out onto the penthouse level, he adjusted the midnight blue vest that he wore for perhaps the twelfth time and firmly knocked on the Alphess’s door. She did tell us that she was supportive, Dante reminded him. Ryker gave a short nod. I know, but I still can’t help but be nervous. I’m not used to this sort of thing being accepted, he replied.
Once the door was opened, Ryker dipped his head in a short bow, then grinned at Noctavia. “My Alphess, you’re as radiantly beautiful as ever,” he greeted with only a slight bit of cheek. “Do you have a minute to talk?” he asked, doing his best to quell his nervousness, even though he was pretty sure that she’d be able to smell it, if not see and hear it. “If…If you’re busy, I could come back tomorrow or later this evening.” Stop rambling, Dante growled, forcing Ryker to give a small, self-depreciating chuckle. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m rambling,” he apologized, smiling somewhat sheepishly at Noctavia.
The ding of the elevator roused him from his thoughts and he glanced up at the floor indicator, unbelieving that it had already reached the top of the building. Stepping out onto the penthouse level, he adjusted the midnight blue vest that he wore for perhaps the twelfth time and firmly knocked on the Alphess’s door. She did tell us that she was supportive, Dante reminded him. Ryker gave a short nod. I know, but I still can’t help but be nervous. I’m not used to this sort of thing being accepted, he replied.
Once the door was opened, Ryker dipped his head in a short bow, then grinned at Noctavia. “My Alphess, you’re as radiantly beautiful as ever,” he greeted with only a slight bit of cheek. “Do you have a minute to talk?” he asked, doing his best to quell his nervousness, even though he was pretty sure that she’d be able to smell it, if not see and hear it. “If…If you’re busy, I could come back tomorrow or later this evening.” Stop rambling, Dante growled, forcing Ryker to give a small, self-depreciating chuckle. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m rambling,” he apologized, smiling somewhat sheepishly at Noctavia.