I tugged on a pair of comfy purple shorts and a snug white long-sleeved V-neck—casual, cozy, mine. If the Alphas lost their minds over it, too bad. They’d already dictated way too much of my life in the last twenty-four hours. They could choke on this microscopic act of rebellion.
The mirror caught my reflection: silver hair still damp from my shower, cheeks flushed from the steam, eyes shadowed with exhaustion I didn’t bother hiding. Today had chewed me up, spit me out, and then backed over me for good measure. All I wanted was to face-plant into the ridiculous silk-covered monster bed and not move for a week.
My stomach had other plans. It growled loud enough to echo.
“Traitor,” I muttered at it.
Fine. Food wins.
I grabbed my phone and texted Lila to help me raid the kitchen. I wasn
