~Grace~
I clutch my legs together, shaking my head. Refusing. Begging for them to just leave me alone. How do they even know they are my mates? The High Alphas haven't declared that, and apart from us, Mila, and Levi, no one else knows. I suppose.
"You really got her?," a cool voice says. It is rich and low, though undeniably feminine. I startle, casting around for its source. I haven't heard the other door open, and there has been no echoing footfall against the floor, yet there is someone else in the hall with us now.
Vivian emerges from the darkness as if she is made of it. Her skin is fair and flawless, her cheeks flushed pink. Her hair is thick and braided into complex knots—the style I always try but end up failing. Bright, quick, brown eyes take me in as she approaches. She is certainly beautiful.
