Alma's pov
I spend an hour or two just staring at the ceiling. You maybe think that I would be on my phone or watching the tv screen in the corner, but ever since my isolation, I don’t even care anymore. I have everything I need in this room. I barely picked up the phone that Santiago had gotten for me. I had no one to call anymore. My parents are psychopaths. Rosa hated me, and of course, Franco was always messing around with his mate bragging about how good at s*x he was, Goddess, he hadn’t changed one bit on that part, that’s for sure...
Molly comes over with food around midday, telling me Santo is still talking to the Alpha, getting me all worked up over it. I wouldn’t say I liked that he was doing this all alone. Had we been still in the old pack, Santo would have been Alpha and I,
