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“Shouldn’t someone be looking for you?” I ask him. “Don’t you want breakfast?”
“Mrow.”
Unfortunately, I don’t speak cat.
He continues to stare at me as I ready for the morning. I dress in a navy blue blouse and dark fitted jeans, and pull my hair back in a low ponytail. Using makeup, I cover my scar so only a faint pink line peeks through.
It’s still noticeable, and I hate it.
Insecurity spikes in my gut, and I wonder how many people are staying here this week.
Will they stare at me like they did last night?
I don’t know if I can bear it on top of my already turbulent emotions.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I make my way towards the reading nook, pulling open the heavy curtains.
Light floods the room, and I take in the garden, illuminated by the morning light.
Oh myGod.
Two people are talking on the stone path, but I hardly pay them any attention.
The flowers seem to go on forever, with light pink and lilacs blending with the lush greenery. The gazebo is made of intricately carved dark wood, and the stone path leads all the way into the dark trees.
My eyes are wide with wonder until tears of gratitude cloud my vision.
This place is mine for the next week.
After breakfast, I can’t wait to see how big the garden is.
I’m lost in thought, until I glance back at the men that stand at the front of the path, both of them staring at me.
I freeze.
My breath hitches, and tingles race up my spine.
Alphas.
I was too busy admiring the view to even notice them, but now they’re impossible to ignore.
The taller one is dressed in a dark blue tailored suit, and he looks at me with an iciness that penetrates my chest. He’s just as handsome as the blonde one from last night, with dark brown hair and a thick five o’clock shadow. But he looks at me with cold fury, with a look that screamsyou don’t belong here.
I can’t hold his gaze for long. Instead, I turn to the clean-shaven smiling chestnut-haired Alpha dressed in a sweatshirt and dark jeans. He gives me a wave, while the other Alpha shoots daggers at him.
Hewaved.
Dumbfounded, I close the curtains.
Everyone here isstrange.
Except for Wilson, who paws at the door, wanting to be let out.
I slip on my shoes and he dashes out once I unlock the door.
He waits for me at the end of the hallway, and I follow him as he leads me down to breakfast.
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