Chapter Twenty

Rose

As my foot stepped out of the SUV, I saw my sister race past who I suspected to be her Alpha. It was as if time had held still for her; she looked the same as she did when she left home. Lorraine was perfectly primped with her hair in loose waves and a faceful of makeup. Her brown locks bounced with each step she took. It was clear that at least that much hadn't changed over the years.

She was always a perfectionist when it came to her appearance. When I was little, sometimes, I would lay on the foot of her bed and watch her painstakingly apply her makeup and do her hair. Then after trying on ten outfits, she would be ready. No wonder I hated primping; I had seen her do it for so long. It was a chore that I didn't understand or want to partake in.

"There you are! What took you so long to get here?" Lorraine trotted up to the car. Even though she was older than me, I was a couple of inches taller than her. I felt my breath hitch in my chest as I caught he