26.

Hours...

She'd been crying for hours now. Her head hurt, her cheeks felt so sticky and her throat so raw that she had no voice anymore. No tears left to cry and no breaths left, her throat closing down from time to time, making her choke and cough as she struggled over that same plushy seat as if she were upon her dying breath.

The food sitting right in front of her remained untouched despite her stomach's painful torment, outlining her stubborn protest against that heartless tyrant of an Alpha that had left her all alone in there right after their brief yet heated conversation.

She still couldn't believe what he'd told her...

She had to give herself to him, in order to be able to see Emerick again. She had to trade her body so that she could check if he was still alive and well.

He could be lying, for all she knew.

After all, his background didn't exactly represent him as an honest and righteous...creature. He was torturing his own kind -and hers as well- for the sake of his own self