I spun around to find myself face to face with not one but two familiar faces.
Melanie and Kira stood just inside the doorway, their eyes narrowed with hatred as they shut the door behind them. Both were dressed in skin-tight dresses that hugged every curve—Melanie in red and Kira in white. Their makeup was flawless, hair styled in elaborate updos that must have taken hours.
“Well, well,” Melanie sneered, taking a step closer. “If it isn’t the Sullivan triplets’ supposed mate.”
My stomach clenched, and not from nausea this time. “What do you want?”
Kira leaned against the wall, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the tile. “We want to know how someone like you managed to trick three alphas into thinking you’re their mate.”
I straightened my spine, refusing to be intimidated. “I didn’t trick anyone.”
