The past two days had been torture. Not because I was locked up—I wasn’t. The guards had left me alone in my room instead of the cold, dark cell I was expecting. But the waiting, the not knowing what Alpha Jeremiah was going to do next… that was the real agony. I could feel his anger radiating through our bond like a storm ready to strike, but he hadn’t come for me. Not yet.
Maybe he was avoiding me. I could feel him near, lingering in the shadows, watching. It made my skin prickle with a mix of fear and something else—something I didn’t want to admit to myself.
I had to distract myself. I needed a break from the suffocating tension that came with being trapped in that room all day. That’s how I found myself at the hot spring again today. It had become my little escape, a slice of peace
