ALLE
Three days pass in tense limbo after the room incident.
Three days of avoiding mirrors because I can't stand seeing the want written across my face. Three days of that stolen book hidden under my mattress, unread because I'm too afraid of what I might find inside. Three days of pretending the memory of Winter's body pressed against mine doesn't make my skin burn.
Then Freda shows up with formal dinner attire draped over her arm and that knowing look on her face.
"The Alpha has asked you to join him for dinner tonight."
I'm sitting on the newly made bed—Ten and his siblings cleaned everything up, replaced what I broke—and the words make my stomach drop with something that's definitely not anticipation.
Definitely not.
"Tell him I'd rather eat glass," I respond flatly.
Freda sig
