Miranda’s POV
I tightened my grip on the white linen sheet that covered me while I stood in our kitchen amongst unexpected guests. Unexpected for me, I couldn’t say the same for George, though. I could tell that they’d expected me to retreat to my room to get dressed. They thought my lack of clothing ’d embarrass me. Well... I didn’t.
I walked past the kitchenette where they sat, drinking their coffee, and felt George’s gaze burn my skin. The red head wore an amused smile as she took me in. Her mate froze. I couldn’t read him. He was a handsome man and I could tell he was an alpha just by the aura radiating from him. His lips pulled into a tight line while his mate ran her hand up and down his thigh, soothing him. I rolled my eyes, so f*****g dramatic.
George only stared at me, standin
