CARAMIA:
Malyka and I finally emerge from the bedroom, all traces of sobbing washed from my face, but my eyes are still burning from all the tears. I square my shoulders and straighten myself, holding my chin high, not daring to show even a hint of the weeping child I’d been hours ago.
We’re met by several guards stationed outside my bedroom door and I have to suppress the heat threatening to stain my cheeks at the thought of their proximity to the room where Malyka and I made love earlier. I take a deep breath as I look back at the bedroom that has been my home for as long as I can remember.
“Have my things moved to the Alpha suite.” I say as I turn from the door, ready to let it go, ready to become what my Father had always known I would be… An Alpha, not just any Alpha, but the Alph
