Kayden
The preparation for the interview started earlier than I expected, and I had to get my makeup done because, according to Coach Reddick, Rhys and I have to look our best.
When the makeup artist finally stepped back from me with a satisfied sigh, she lowered her brush and announced she was done.
I forced myself to lift my chin and look into the mirror, but the moment my eyes met my reflection, something inside me twisted sharply and hard.
My face looked flawless, clean, perfectly polished. My skin looked soft, almost glowing, and the subtle contouring they added only made my features softer in a way that made me seem more delicate.
There was nothing Alpha about the man staring back at me.
My throat tightened instantly, and I swallowed hard, but the lump didn't move. My chest felt too small, like it was caving in on itself. I watched as my eyes widened with panic and tried to squeeze my face so I could change my expression, but I could not pretend for myself.
