15

Ilaria

"No."

He looked at me with a quirked eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you. I was ordering you to tell me."

I shook my head once again, "No one t-tortured me. I fell during my kidnapping.. that's all."

He sighed and replied, knowing I wasn't gonna bulge. "Fine, but if this isn't the truth then be ready for the consequences." A cold shiver ran down my spine.

Nico grabbed his glove and wore it. He digged through his medical box to grab a pair of tweezers and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

"Do you want me to sedate you? or can you handle the pain?" He questioned.

"I'll b-be okay. You can c-continue." I coughed out my words and looked away, directing my stare towards the grey ceiling which suddenly looked interesting as ever.

He nonchalantly hummed and started to work on my body.

Sleeping in someone's presence had never brought a positive impact on myself. In the previous pack, my room had consisted of five more omegas who always treated me like a punching bag. Or more like they threw all