Viktoria POV
I stagger back from the woman because my brain refuses to accept what my eyes are seeing. She shouldn’t be here. She can’t be here. This is the Alpha’s private house. There are guards, cameras. You don’t just stroll in like you’re shopping for groceries. Did Marco let her in? No. Impossible. Marco couldn't have let a mysterious woman who appeared in school corridors like ghosts into the Alpha house. She smiles, turns around and walks back into the suite with a beckoning sway of her hips.
“Who . . . who are you? What’s your name? What are you doing here?”
But she's already inside the suite and now if I want answers, I'll have to join her in there.
But thanks to the goddess she's not floating this time. And like an i***t, instead of hightailing it out of the place, like a
