Fiona’s POV
Two weeks.
It had been two whole weeks since my life flipped upside down, and I still wasn’t used to it.
Living in the Alpha House wasn’t the fairytale dream some might have expected. The walls had ears. The corridors had eyes. And the people?
They had mouths. Mouths they weren't afraid to use.
They didn’t like me. Not in the outright throw-her-out-the-window kind of way, but in the polite disgust kind of way. The people weren't afraid to show their dislike either. The glares. The whispers. The judgment. I felt it everywhere I went. It was like being constantly prodded on the back by a long-nailed finger. Their taunting followed me, close as a shadow, haunting every hallway. Every person I stared at seemed to be laughing inwardly at me. I felt like I was trapped on a com
