Rayne“Come on," the woman says while closing her hand around my wrist. I try to ask her what she meant by that but she doesn't seem to be listening to me. With a sharp tug, she pulls me into the room. The door is closed behind me. I look back at it, confused. She pushes me onto a chair and says to the man with the gold eyeliner, "Pass me those brushes, will you?"I scowl. What is she talking about? Why do I have to be seated here? Why does the Alpha have to see me walking down the aisle? I try to remember if the woman who gave me the garment bag gave me any other instruction. She didn't. A brief glance around shows me that there are four people in the room in total. The woman I just talked to, the man with the gold eyeliner, another woman who is plumper and shorter than the woman who handled me, and a tall, slim man who's wearing all black. His hair is in his eyes, and his green eyes are almost piercing through me. He has lines on his cheeks, but he isn't an old man. He's just too
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