Andria's POV
Even with Becca as the game master, my heart was still very unsettled.
I walked into the shower, hoping it would slow the pounding of my heart.
The water from the shower helped a bit, but as soon as I hopped out of the shower, the gnawing feeling crawled back into me.
"Aria, calm down, everything will be okay. The Alpha successors aren't fools, nor are they your friends from childhood. They are our mates. And they are Alphas at that, so be calm," Athena reassured.
Her reassurance should have swept the feeling away from me, but there was still a little bit of anxiety within, maybe from anticipation.
I put on a tank top and pants and stepped out of my room.
I pulled my door shut behind me and paused for a second, letting the hallway air settle on my skin. My hair was still a little damp from the shower, strands clinging to the back of my neck.
"Breathe," I whispered to myself, but even that felt like I was giving orders to a stranger.
