Three days had passed since I met Ivory, and she'd slipped seamlessly into my circle as a friend—right alongside Hellen and Reyes, who weren't exactly thrilled about the new addition, their texts dripping with playful sulkiness. Or at least, that's what I think.
They must be jealous, I mused with a private smirk, figuring they thought they were my only friends—proprietary alphas guarding their territory. Did they forget that I am an alpha too?
Yes, a eunuch was an alpha once, right? Even if I am swordless, I still was a 'knight' before my predecessor castrated herself.
I was in a sleek sports bra and yoga pants, a loose mesh top draped over for breathability, flowing through poses on the living room mat.
Ivory had insisted my body needed movement after all the stress, but since heavy workouts weren't my thing, yoga was perfect—low strain, full benefits, limbering me out without breaking a sweat.
