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him.
He shuddered, welcoming the torture. She would be theirs.
James growled. "Oh, yes. She likes us."
* * * *
Samara lounged in the oversized bed, trying to stay awake long enough to reset her sleep to the new time zone.
The paperwork on what to bring had informed her that US-sized sheets would be useless to her but that bed linens would be provided. Samara hadn't been sure what to make of that; she wasn't fond of scratchy sheets, and she'd saved up an extra hundred Euros, in case she had to purchase sheets she would be comfortable with.
Cheap-cut polyester blend wasn't what they were offering, thankfully. The choices had ranged from flannel to Jersey cotton, from 1800 thread count Egyptian cotton to silk, and in a range of deep colors—brick red, hunter green, and navy blue. Though Samara suspected the flannel would be great for winter weather—and said as much—the hunter green or navy blue Egyptian cotton won the toss-up for warm weather. The blue was currently on the bed.
Marietta entered the room again, pausing to check on Samara. She went off to whatever she was doing with a smile on her face.
That's it. I have to sit up or I'll fall asleep.
To her surprise, Marietta didn't protest her resistance to sleep. Samara had never had what other people called a doting mother, but she would bet Marietta fit the profile. The woman hovered, taking care of everything for Samara she possibly could, including unpacking and storing all of Samara's clothing.
The lady in question cleared her throat. She didn't wait for Samara to form words. "There is a second suite of rooms on this floor. It is always Alpha's choice who to offer it to. If you enjoy Eva's company, you can offer it to her. If you prefer to wait until you've met other students—"
"What precisely is the Alpha?"
"The highest-ranked student, of course."
What a competitive school. No wonder they are ranked so high in the college standings. "Then why is that challenge travesty allowed to happen? It won't change our SATs or IQs or entrance exam scores."
Marietta smiled widely and went back to putting folded towels in the linen closet inside the bathroom door. "It is an ancient tradition. They often don't make sense, when viewed with a modern eye."
"Then why not abolish it?"
She sighed. "We—like most—cling to traditions for the illusion of rich history they provide. Good or bad, we are loath to let them die a natural death. We have done away with many of them. This one is slower than most to die out."
"Why not that one?" Were there really worse traditions that went first, because they were more glaring?
"I trust one of the future presidents of the university board will see things your way. So far, none of them have been as evolved as you are." Her tone said she was joking.
Samara wasn't sure how to answer, so she remained silent.
"If you prefer to wait—"
"No. Offer the room to Eva." The afternoon with her had been very enjoyable. They'd been laughing and joking in no time. It was rare for Samara to find someone she clicked with so quickly.
Marietta turned smartly. "As you wish, Samara. Can I bring you anything else?"
"No. I'm fine." She leaned back against the plush pillows, listening to the patter of Marietta's feet disappearing down the hall.
I'm top dog here. For the first time in my life, I am.
That thought warmed her, and long before Marietta returned, Samara was fast asleep.
* * * *
Marietta entered the Alpha Maestro's conference room, where they had reportedly been meeting with all manner of servants and guards for Samara all afternoon. Not that Samara would be informed of their presence. They would simply shadow her when she left campus, protecting her from the humans who might harm her.
She didn't bow to Pietro. Since Sebastian was in the room, Marietta showed proper respect to the highest-ranked member of their pack.
I changed his diapers when I worked for his mother, but he is still my Alpha.
Sebastian waved her
He shuddered, welcoming the torture. She would be theirs.
James growled. "Oh, yes. She likes us."
* * * *
Samara lounged in the oversized bed, trying to stay awake long enough to reset her sleep to the new time zone.
The paperwork on what to bring had informed her that US-sized sheets would be useless to her but that bed linens would be provided. Samara hadn't been sure what to make of that; she wasn't fond of scratchy sheets, and she'd saved up an extra hundred Euros, in case she had to purchase sheets she would be comfortable with.
Cheap-cut polyester blend wasn't what they were offering, thankfully. The choices had ranged from flannel to Jersey cotton, from 1800 thread count Egyptian cotton to silk, and in a range of deep colors—brick red, hunter green, and navy blue. Though Samara suspected the flannel would be great for winter weather—and said as much—the hunter green or navy blue Egyptian cotton won the toss-up for warm weather. The blue was currently on the bed.
Marietta entered the room again, pausing to check on Samara. She went off to whatever she was doing with a smile on her face.
That's it. I have to sit up or I'll fall asleep.
To her surprise, Marietta didn't protest her resistance to sleep. Samara had never had what other people called a doting mother, but she would bet Marietta fit the profile. The woman hovered, taking care of everything for Samara she possibly could, including unpacking and storing all of Samara's clothing.
The lady in question cleared her throat. She didn't wait for Samara to form words. "There is a second suite of rooms on this floor. It is always Alpha's choice who to offer it to. If you enjoy Eva's company, you can offer it to her. If you prefer to wait until you've met other students—"
"What precisely is the Alpha?"
"The highest-ranked student, of course."
What a competitive school. No wonder they are ranked so high in the college standings. "Then why is that challenge travesty allowed to happen? It won't change our SATs or IQs or entrance exam scores."
Marietta smiled widely and went back to putting folded towels in the linen closet inside the bathroom door. "It is an ancient tradition. They often don't make sense, when viewed with a modern eye."
"Then why not abolish it?"
She sighed. "We—like most—cling to traditions for the illusion of rich history they provide. Good or bad, we are loath to let them die a natural death. We have done away with many of them. This one is slower than most to die out."
"Why not that one?" Were there really worse traditions that went first, because they were more glaring?
"I trust one of the future presidents of the university board will see things your way. So far, none of them have been as evolved as you are." Her tone said she was joking.
Samara wasn't sure how to answer, so she remained silent.
"If you prefer to wait—"
"No. Offer the room to Eva." The afternoon with her had been very enjoyable. They'd been laughing and joking in no time. It was rare for Samara to find someone she clicked with so quickly.
Marietta turned smartly. "As you wish, Samara. Can I bring you anything else?"
"No. I'm fine." She leaned back against the plush pillows, listening to the patter of Marietta's feet disappearing down the hall.
I'm top dog here. For the first time in my life, I am.
That thought warmed her, and long before Marietta returned, Samara was fast asleep.
* * * *
Marietta entered the Alpha Maestro's conference room, where they had reportedly been meeting with all manner of servants and guards for Samara all afternoon. Not that Samara would be informed of their presence. They would simply shadow her when she left campus, protecting her from the humans who might harm her.
She didn't bow to Pietro. Since Sebastian was in the room, Marietta showed proper respect to the highest-ranked member of their pack.
I changed his diapers when I worked for his mother, but he is still my Alpha.
Sebastian waved her
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