Sky’s Pov
The sharp pain in my scalp throbbed in rhythm with my racing heart. I stayed huddled on the floor, my back pressed against a heavy sack of rice, trying to catch my breath. The pantry, which had felt like a secret sanctuary minutes ago, now felt like a cage.
Zayne’s silhouette didn’t move from where he stayed. He sat there with a terrifying level of patience, the steam from his mug curling into the cold air between us.
“I’m waiting,” he said. His voice was low, devoid of the mockery he usually wore like armor at school. This was worse. This was the voice of the Alpha’s son demanding an account of his property and I have no choice but to answer to it.
I forced my hand away from my head and tried to smooth my hair, desperate to regain some shred of dignity. “I like it here,” I
