ZIVA
The Alpha is as cold as he has always been. But today was somewhat different. His eyes didn't speak anger this time, he seemed to be more worried than angry. I walked out of the dining hall, having eaten my food to my satisfaction.
I reached the staircase, attempting to go to my room, and prepare for the guest Alpha Xander spoke about.
As I took a step, about to ascend to my room, I heard a whisper from somewhere nearby. It was followed by a low chuckle, as if someone were trying to hold back their laughter.
“Lady Ziva looked so cute!” the voice squealed again, this time even louder.
“Shh!” another voice hissed with an annoyed tone. “Do you want everyone to hear you?”
I moved back, turning toward the direction of the voices. Then, I realized that the owners of the voices were i
