Twenty

Kira

I paced back and forth across the room and bit my nails, wincing as my teeth sank into the tender skin. I pitied my poor nail beds but was unable to stop. Every few seconds, I stopped pacing and fixed my gaze on the door's handle, waiting for it to turn while also listening intently for any sound from downstairs.

My hands clenched into fists, resisting the urge to bite my nails again. I whispered a silent prayer, pleading with fate that nothing bad had happened downstairs.

An unsettling stillness filled the air. I pictured the timid omegas cautiously making their way to the quadrangle and Alpha D'Angelo standing tall and powerful while speaking and searching for me with his eyes.

My mind sped up as I thought about my mom and the trouble she might face. My impatience grew with each passing moment. I checked the time, willing the hands to move faster.

“Relax, Kira,” I whispered to myself, but my anxiety only spiked. I stood up, then sat back down.

Relief burst through me when, ro