Windsor's POV
"Have all the Alphas made their moves on you by now?" Pauline whispered as we stepped through the doors of the assembly hall.
Mr. Sinclair had unexpectedly summoned the entire student body for what he called a crucial announcement, which meant our morning class was scrapped without explanation.
My eyes immediately found the True Alphas positioned in their usual spots at the front rows, clustered according to their different alliances. The moment I walked in, it was like they had some kind of radar for my presence. All four heads turned in my direction simultaneously. Logan flashed me that signature cocky grin of his. Weston's stare burned with an intensity that screamed ownership. Gideon had that infuriating smug expression plastered across his face.
But Zion... he turned away so quickly it was like looking at me physically hurt him.
"None of that matters," I told Pauline with a shrug. "They're just like every other guy here."
