I blinked, staring at Julian. Go on vacation with them? Was he talking about the reward for the theater event? That would explain Veronica’s presence. I stepped back and welcomed them into the room. Then I reminded them, “I’m not one of the high ranking candidates.” Julian shrugged. “Who cares?”
“No,” Julian said. “There’s no way Bridget would start that rumor.” I pressed my lips hard together and lowered my head so I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. I hadn’t talked to him since the morning out in the gardens. He didn’t know all the new things I had heard from Bridget herself. She
I hadn’t considered this, how my joining this trip would make the other girls feel. I looked to Susie for comfort and answers. She, at least, didn’t seem jealous. Why would she? The man she wanted was staying here. “How does everyone know so fast?” I asked her quietly, while Veronica distracted Ti
The day we were set to leave for the vacation, the chosen candidates and the two princes were to take a limousine to the airport and then a private jet to the southern beaches. Yet before any of that, we were to say farewell to the King and Queen, who would not be joining us on this trip. I rolled
At the airport, we were led onto the tarmac to board a smaller private jet. The royal jet, though small, lacked for no luxury. The seats were the finest leather. There was a sitting room and a large television. I’d never really been on a plane before at all, much less a fancy one like this. But I
Suddenly I found myself caught between two very irritated Alphas. Nicholas was growling, his shoulders straight, his stature tall and imposing. Julian matched the intimidating posture. He was slightly smaller in build compared to his brother, but he was still tall and strong. I guessed I might h
This type of scenting felt too intimate for our audience, but I supposed there was no real harm in it. Julian knew of my affections for Nicholas, and his for me. If anything, Julian might give me a high five afterwards. He’d say something like, If he’s jealous, it means he cares. But then, I look
When I returned to my seat with Nicholas in tow, I found Elva still excitedly looking out the window. She had her hands on either side of it, her nose pressed up against the glass. “Elva,” I said, lightly scolding her. If there was any turbulence, she was likely to bump her head against the glass