Alpha Gray
Truth.
“I bet Olly will think twice before trying that move on you again,” Vienna says as she strolls toward our bunks from the locker room, Hannah in tow. They’re both carrying little toiletry bags, probably returning from brushing their teeth before bed. “Now that he knows you’re Alpha Gray’s favorite,” Vienna adds, waggling her eyebrows.
“Whatever,” I breathe, rolling my eyes. I reach up to pull out my hair-tie, releasing my ponytail, and start running my fingers through my long, tangled hair.