~ CASPIAN ~
I don't know how long I have stayed inside my room, breathing like I'm about to f*****g die.
My necktie is off, my jacket gone, and the buttons of my shirt are undone in a rough manner, with the broken buttons scattered all over the floor. My reflection in the mirror stares back at me, and I wonder what he may be seeing inside me right now.
Pain? Torment? A death wish?
A sudden knock at my door pulls me out of my destructive thoughts.
“Alpha, the tonic you asked for is ready.”
I pick up my jacket and wear it over my messy shirt.
“Come in.”
The door opens, and Timothy—the young chef apprentice that recently started working in the packhouse—enters, carrying the glass bowl containing the medicinal tonic for migraines that I had asked him to quickly prepare for me a few min
