CHAPTER NINETEEN

The air around me was like the chandelier that dangled below the ceiling; hanging still. It seemed like the room even though fixed in the ground, now moved and vibrated, following the footsteps of my anxious heartbeat.

The Alpha was across the room, sitting in a bamboo chair that creaked everytime he moved his body. He sat in it solemn, with his hands folded in front of his mouth, thinking.

I could see his eyebrows furrow and his forehead crease, as he faced the carpet on the floor, staring like a guilty alcoholic still considering another bottle. But it seemed he noticed I was watching him, and his eyes now suddenly raised to me, apologies in his gaze.

“I'm really sorry about all this…” he said, his gray eyes dark. “I didn't know she'd come in here and---” he paused midway, biting his tongue. “Attack you…”

I sniffled; staying silent and looking at him with sore eyes. I needed sleep, badly, as I'd slept poorly since I'd been released from the dungeons. I had already forgiven him; but