HERA
I was sitting by the vanity table, in front of a mirror as I took off my make up and jewelries, when I heard a soft knock on the door.
My heart raced as I recognized that familiar scent—the one that mingled with my own in a way that was both dorminating and confusingly sexy..
It was Atticus.
Anisha was just about to step out of the room, her arms full of my accessories, when she nearly bumped right into him. The moment she caught sight of Atticus, her face blanched, as if she’d just seen a ghost.
Her eyes widened, and she looked like she might bolt, which only fueled my curiosity.
“Um, s-sorry, A-Alpha!” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, and then, without waiting for a response, she scurried out of the room as if the floor had caught fire beneath her.
Atticus
