Still yet to decide

Emma’s Pov:

I laid on the bed on my back, looking up at the ceiling, counting the rolls and the columns. This was now one of my daily routines in captivity.

It was as if I were running mad. I felt cramped up in the room all alone. I thought I had twenty-four hours to decide if I wanted to leave Scott or die. I had chosen my fate since I didn’t want to die, but I was left alone in solitude for three days without the witches releasing me.

Every day I was served food like a prisoner. I had no proper bath because the toilet was too bad for my taste. I stink so bad and can’t wait to take a proper bath.

I spent my days in my confinement thinking about Scott. It was a hard decision to make; I couldn’t leave Scott with the child. The whole thought of it was scary because I could imagine the rage Scott would feel. And after some days, he would turn rogue; that was the worst that could happen to a werewolf. Talk more of an Alpha werewolf.

As much as Scott wasn’t the best of Alphas, I couldn’t fo