Chapter 4

Julia’s POV

“Hold still!” Amber commanded, brandishing an eyeliner pencil like a weapon. “Seriously, Julia, I can’t work my magic if you keep squirming.”

I sighed but complied. We’d been at this for nearly thirty minutes, with Amber insisting on giving me what she called a “welcome ceremony makeover.” Our small dorm room was now a makeshift beauty salon, with cosmetics covering every inch of my desk.

“I really don’t see the point,” I muttered as she applied something cool to my eyelids. “It’s just an academic ceremony.”

Amber paused, hands on her hips. “Just a ceremony? Julia, this is our official welcome to the nursing program! Plus, half the faculty will be there, not to mention that super hot Alpha alumni speaker.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Your skin is absolutely gorgeous, by the way. What’s your secret?”

I shrugged, uncomfortable with the compliment. “Good genes, I guess.” Or beta genes, more accurately. Being a beta’s daughter did have some benefits—clear skin, fast healing, enhanced senses.

“Well, whatever it is, keep doing it.” Amber stepped back, critically examining her work. “You barely need any foundation. Just a little concealer under the eyes, some blush to highlight those amazing cheekbones, and…” She brushed something across my lips. “Perfect!”