Reality

Arabella's POV

I woke up feeling more than a little parched but better. My nausea and headache had dissipated.

I opened my eyes in increments. The room was too bright. Come to think of it. I was no longer in the dungeon. I inhaled deeply. It was Luciano's scent. I was in his bed.

What was I doing here? I moved only to wince at the pain of pulling on the IV I was connected to. I remembered him telling me he was going to kill me, I remembered the sensation of the world fading around me, my building nausea, and my total and complete loss of strength.

"Oh, you are awake." Margaret exclaimed.

"Water." I whispered. I heard her pour me a glass and I took it still feeling disoriented. I sipped then gulped down the water.

"You should be more careful about skipping meals. Alpha Luciano told me about how you collapsed because you wouldn't eat anything. You need to take better care of yourself."

What? He didn't tell her that I had stolen his drugs and bugged his office? When Emery had come to