CHAPTER TWELVE
Roxanne
Alpha Ryker?
I sucked in my breath afraid to make the slightest noise as I heard him walk in. I was terrified of his presence. Even in the dark his aura was oppressive. He made me want to sprint and hide. Good thing I was in a corner where he could barely see me.
Ryker strolled into the cell with an air of dominance. “What's all this incessant racket, woman? One would think a banshee had taken residence down here.”
I jumped when a spider fell into the chemise of my dress. God forsaken creatures.
“You're just going to hide from me?” He demanded.
“I'm scared,” I said, my voice merely a whisper.
“On your feet,” He instructed.
I went silent again. There was no way I could get on my feet. My ankle was injured.
“Listen! If there's something I hate it's silence a
