Chapter 50

I stared at the ceiling of a room that was not mine, lying in a bed that did not belong to me inside a house full of wolves, those who I once considered my enemy. The space was dark, but my sight was not affected. At some point someone had made adjustments to my room to prevent any light from the sun entering, a thoughtful gesture from those who were meant to dislike me.

What was I doing here? There were still two nights left based on the agreement I made with the wolf, but the agreement was not binding. It was verbal. I could leave at any time, and yet I found myself getting comfortable and unwilling to do that.

My thoughts were all over the place. I felt guilt thinking about what happened before I arrived. I left Elijah, my betrothed, in the midst of an intimate moment to be with someone else. Something had started to develop between me and Elijah, but now he rarely crossed my mind and I don’t think of him that way. Now, another was occupying that space.

Originally the reason