Chapter Sixty-Nine

THEO POV

Nora’s screeching is making the walls shake, a rage I never expected springing forth from her in blinding consumption. Circling around the room, and gripping at me, to grip stinging my skin. In all the time I have known her, the Alpha blood roaring in her veins is noticeable. Unmistakable.

“ROT IN HELL YOU BASTARD!” She screams at the retreating footsteps of Cain. Her shrieks reaching an Octave Mariah Carey would covet. The level has my ear twitching uncomfortably as she continues in her distraught tirade.

Once the echo of the door closes, my vision is still a blurry mess. I call out into the space, hoping she can hear my ravaged voice. My throat scratchy from the lack of water, the dehydration getting worse by the second.

“Nora,” I say, but I doubt much can be heard over her screams of defiance. Resting my head against the wall, I welcome the cool brick against my skin. From her current progression, it’ll be best to wait until Nora settles down before speaking.

I don’t know