ROBYN:
The next evening came in a rush. It had been over twenty-four hours of getting locked in this f*****g room, and no matter how much I cried or pounded at the door, Kane never showed up.
My tears had dried hours ago, leaving my eyes burning. I had barely touched the tray of food left near the bed—because how could I eat? What if he killed June?
The heavy door suddenly opened, and a guard stepped into the room holding my phone.
"The Alpha says you should have this."
I scrambled off the bed, rushing toward him and snatching the phone straight from his hands.
"The Alpha also wishes to see you in less than thirty minutes," he added in a flat tone.
I ignored him as I rapidly dialed June’s number, pressing the phone to my ear. It rang three times before cutting straight to voicemail.
