Alpha Santa
Maybe I should start calling him "Alpha Superstar."
Still, there’s no sign of Serena, and that makes me uneasy. Somehow, her presence brought me a strange sense of calm. Trying to shake the discomfort, I twitch my fingers and start stretching, hoping to at least appear like I know what I’m doing. My movements are stiff and awkward—I probably look like a fish out of water.
Not that it matters. I’ve never been the athletic type, and looking at the heavyweights scattered around the room, I’m pretty sure I’d need a miracle to even budge one. Honestly, the weights are more likely to lift me than the other way around.
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