Semua Bab Pregnant For My Alpha Lord: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Trenton, you’re on the first floor. The concierge will show you to your room. Girls, you’re up on the sixth floor.” Molly pressed the button for the elevator. “Makeup and hair starts at nine in the morning. Breakfast begins in the buffet room at six. Your preliminary interviews will be in the afternoon. Here are your keys. Room 623. You two are fine bunking together, right?”I didn’t have time to respond as Molly thrust the keycards into my hand.Stef growled as the elevator door slid shut, grabbing one of the keys from me. I was dead on my feet and too tired to care. We were past nine o’clock and I was bound to be grumpy soon.Thirty days and twenty-one hours.Plus a $15,000 paycheck.At least there was a silver lining.*When Molly said “bunking together,” I assumed she meant bunk beds and not this. It wasn’t even a normal hotel room–the kind with two queen beds and a single chair because only one occupant could sit at a time–this was a freaking apartment.Our bags were waiting for

I bit into my second piece of sausage. Already, I was feeling calmer. I risked a glance up, seeing a few of the Alphas were still lingering at their tables. No sign of Ranger or Blue-eyes though. I cut into my French toast and forked a giant piece.“You’re Aspen, right?”I looked to the side with my cheeks stuffed full of French toast and nodded at one of the prettiest women I’d ever seen. Her curly brown hair fell in waves down her back and her voluptuous curves were artfully dressed into a fitting business skirt suit.“How fun,” the woman beside her said. Black hair with violet highlights was pinned up on top of her regal head. She had a Grecian nose and big brown eyes lined with charcoal. Her toned and muscular body melded into her skintight black pants and ankle boots.And… I’m done.I continued to chew my breakfast.I didn’t swing that way, but if I did, I would have to admit defeat. It was honestly the moment I realized that I was way out of my league. Not in the awkward girl wh

AspenI couldn’t get my phone off the charger fast enough. There were two missed calls from unknown numbers and no messages from Papa, but I wasn’t worried about that now. I needed to see this for myself and make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.Reality was worse than I imagined.Who did these people think I was?There were running polls with early voting, allowing viewers to make predictions on the twenty winning Luna contestants. My name hovered near the top next to Edith and another girl named Meghan. Fallon was a few spots down. I quickly counted about fifty Luna contestants, not proud of myself when I smiled noticing Stef’s name in the bottom ten. This was crazy. I knew viewers got to vote on their favorites, but something about the whole thing made me a little sick. Accidently, I clicked on the Alpha profiles, just looking quickly to see the fan favorites. Chad and Ranger were the top Alphas.And Trenton was number twenty.Dead last.It didn’t matter that much though. The males didn

“Honey. No.” Jesse looked ready to cry.I was close to tears too as I stared at the outfits laid out on my hotel room bed. “Seriously. What is wrong with my clothes?”“They’re not bad.” He was a terrible liar. “But if you want to make a good impression, these are not it.”“What if I don’t care about making an impression?” I was still reeling from the earlier shock of seeing my name so high in the polls.“Too late for that.” Jesse pulled out his phone and started swiping. “You’re building a fan base. We have to give the people what they want.”“Do we really have to do that?” I cringed away from the predatory look in his yellow-green eyes.“You want sponsors, right?”Huh? Both my wolf and I cocked our heads to the side. “Sponsors?”“No.” Jesse froze as his gaze darted around the room. A struggle played across his face and he seemed to come to some sort of resolution as he turned his sad smile back to me. “You poor little pup. They were going to feed you to the wolves.”“I’m not little.”

“Dressing up for an interview isn’t exciting news.” I closed the bathroom door behind me, purposefully not thinking of Aspen or if she was wearing those tights and the fluffy sweater again. She was a passing fancy. A distraction from what I was really doing here. It would go away if I ignored it.“Hurry up and shower off the stink of musk,” Fallon called after me. “And then let’s go find something exciting to do since fashion bores you so much, dear brother.”12Aspen“Mic check,” the attendant spoke into the little speaker he clipped on my shirt, brushing my hair over the cord as I adjusted my seat on the round chair in the center of the trifold green walls.Cameras moved on either side, carried by wheels and positioning themselves with black lenses pointed at me. In the dim light behind them sat Molly with two other human males at a table. I knew Molly was the PR consultant, but she wore too many hats here. It was making me nervous as I thought back through our interactions so far.