HAZEL’S POV
This was absolutely boring.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and counting the number of flowers pattern designs. I had been in Killian’s room for hours, having no courage to leave. Now that I was Killian’s mate, I was going to be a member of his pack.
But now would the members of the pack accept it, especially since they hate my guts?
That small thought was what kept me confined to this room I didn’t have the courage to face any of them and their judgemental stares and words they would throw at me. I sighed and turned to my eyes, my eyes flickering to the door.
Being idle was not something I enjoyed, and I was getting restless. To make things worse, Killian was nowhere to be found, even after he told me he would be back. I understood that he had work to do,
