Tish POV
I am lying on the small cot in my prison. Out of all the places I have been held captive this place is the most comfortable. I am not tied or chained to anything and I can move around the room as I please. A few times a day the burly rogue that took me from the Uber comes in and feeds me. I haven't seen Phoebe since I first arrived. I am sure she is avoiding me.
The lock on the door clicks, and the burly rogue comes in with a tray of food. He sits it down on the floor and turns to leave.
"Wait," I call out after him. He pauses at the door, but he doesn't turn around. "I'm bored."
"You are a prisoner," he reminds me. "I am not here to entertain you."
"Ugh," I groan, throwing myself onto the cot. "How much longer do I have to stay here?"
"Until the Alpha decides
