Chapter 13. The Alphas

“What do you want?” I demanded, my fists clenching at my sides as the eyes met mine. And then they were gone. I turned, looking for them, but they had disappeared into the steam, taking the weighted, cold feeling with it. I sighed irritably, then went through to where the other girls were. Most of them were curled up in bed, but there was a group left by the fireplace, chatting about their experience. I sat down on one of the footstools, too wired after the eyes to sleep. “It hurt so much,” one of them whimpered, and I raised a brow. They were not screams of pain I had heard through the walls in the dining room. “I know,” another girl said. “I am still sore. I don’t ever want to do that again.” She huffed, and something twinged inside me. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I let myself feel it. It was like an instinct, a feeling that what she said was a lie, and then I felt the lie, felt it inside her I laughed out loud, covering my mouth quickly as the girls turned to me. “Uh, sorry. I ju