“He's back.”
These were the first word the Alpha said to me when I came inside.
“Really? Where is he?” I hastily race to our room — don't call me out on this, you can't blame me for the reference —
I didn't knock on the door, I just barged into the room.
“Ra —”
The words hooked in my throat when I saw Rama lying on the bed. He looked dead.
His normal face looked as pale as that of a dead body. His lips were parched, and his fingers were as white as snow.
He's still putting on the same trouser he wore on the fateful night, but his shirt is gone.
And that made his chest to be exposed.
I trailed my eyes on his chest, searching for any wound that might have materialized on his skin.
But I saw none. His skin aside from being as white as that of a ghost was not marred. It was as s
