*Gemma*
“Throne room?" I questioned, tempted to laugh. Volatile and pompous Alpha.
Raisa ignored me and rushed to hide the bag and tidy the dresser. She was an absolute disaster. And I needed to help.
“Raisa. Raisa. Stop, stop, stop." I walked into her path and caught her shoulders. I just noticed her smeared makeup and streaks of kohl down her cheeks. “Let's just sit down, okay?"
I guided her to the vanity, gently pushing down on her shoulders to make her sit. “I look like s**t," she told my reflection. “And I feel like I'm going to throw up. The physician said I'm already two months in, and it's odd that I haven't shown as many symptoms as all the other girls did."
I helped her freshen up, taking off her makeup and drying her eyes to make it look like she didn't lose all her compos
