Sloane

After lunch, Aunt Samara pulls me into her room.

“I know it’s early and I know we didn’t have time to discuss it, but I got you a dress for your Alpha ceremony,” she says.

“You what?” I ask.

“This is a very important moment, Sloane, not just for you. This is history in the making. You’re going to be the first ever female Alpha. I’m not letting my niece make history in a sports bra and shorts,” she huffs. “Now, I know this isn’t exactly your style, but you need ...