*Fiona*
Every time my door opens, I war between attacking–which I’ve been warned not to do–and hiding under my blankets in shame. It’s quite clear Liora knows exactly what I was dreaming about the other day when she walked in and I was dreaming of Alpha Varek. She has said nothing else, but the small, knowing smile on her face makes my cheeks flush.
It’s just the guards bringing my lunch. They shuffle in quickly, set the tray on the bed, and rush out, locking the door behind them. Either they don’t trust that the Alpha’s threat is enough to keep me in line, or they don’t know about it. But when Varek said he’d chain me up again if I touched another guard, I believed him.
It’s not worth it anyway. Every time I’ve gotten past the guards right outside my door, I haven’t made it down the st
