Jasmin's POV
I walked out of the cafeteria with deliberate composure, though inside my chest a whirlwind of anxiety threatened to tear me apart.
Could he still be watching me?
My hands kept drifting to my waist, smoothing the loose fabric of my clothes, double-checking that nothing revealed the curves I worked so hard to hide. The material felt secure, properly concealing. Yet somehow, his penetrating stare had felt like fingers tracing every line I desperately tried to mask.
"That Alpha pays us way too much attention," Heather whispered in my mind, her concern matching my own unease.
I pressed my teeth into my lower lip until the pain sharpened my focus. What game was this Alpha playing?
My racing thoughts shattered when a piercing alarm cut through the air, followed by a thunderous voice commanding all trainees to report to the Academy grounds within thirty minutes.
