~Alaya I press the sheets against my chest, mortified.  "Have you ever heard of the term knocking? Or as an Alpha, is that not in your personal rule book?" I growl, narrowing my eyes on him. He dressed the same as he was when I last saw him, which must mean that not much time passed.  "I had servants coming in and out of here for the past hour. This should be the least of your worries," he says coolly, nodding toward the dresser at the side of the room. When I glance at it, is see the top draw is open. He got me clothes, like Sinful told me he would.  It doesn't make me feel any less violated.  "I would much rather sleep right now then walk around with you," I mutter, not moving an inch from

~Alaya "You need to look innocent, so if he does catch you, then you have an excuse saying you simply wandered into his quarters by accident." The look I'm giving Asher isn't easy to sum up into words. His plan involves me somehow making ig it into Sinful's room undetected, which apparently Asher has never been able to achieve. I've sported the same expression all through lunch, which luckily wasn't questioned. It's one of utter disbelief, with a touch of fear.  Asher is insane. That's my conclusion.  Now we stand in my room, with me wearing the most ridiculous dress. It's soft, pretty and the same lavender colour as Sinful's eyes yesterday. Apparently it makes me look innocent, with the flowy skirt that comes out from a small band that wraps tightly around my waist. If I had eaten a bite more at lunch, I

~Alaya  I take a step toward the door.  "Nope." I turn back around to the comforts of my room. This has been an ongoing process for the past twenty minutes. Not once have I managed to convince myself to step out of this room and face whatever the morning has in store for me. Both Asher and Sinful's eyes are ones I don't want to look into today.  I'm mortified. Painfully, blatantly mortified. So much so, I've contemplated crawling back into my bed to spend the rest of the day wallowing in my own self pity.  How could I kiss him? How could I let Asher see? Taking a deep breath, I mutter, "get it together Alaya, you have a job to do." This time my hand

~Alaya I'm not really sure how I should react to this strangers statement. He knows me? If he hadn't spoken, I would have assumed he was an Alpha of some Pack I have never come across. He has the stature of one; the looks. Yet when I look at him, I see something dark and sinister, something that I can't begin to explain. When I look into those brilliant blue eyes, I see a hint of a look of 'you have no idea what my secret is.' Reminds me of Asher. "I'm sorry, but how do you know me, exactly?" I ask warily. A brief shudder of terrors tremors through my body. What if he knows about the entire plan Asher and I have fabricated? If so, then we are done for.  "Oh, sorry...I'm a friend of Sinful's," he explains, and I feel comfortable enough the exhale the tense air I was holding in. "He mentioned you to me. He's very fond of you."

~Alaya The feeling of being knocked out by sleep is all too prevalent as I wake. In my my aching head. In my drowsy, lagging eyelids. Did I get hit by a truck? Memories from last night juggle between reality and dreamland. As I force my body into sitting position, the silky sheets slipping down to my hips, I attempt to decipher the unfamiliar language that is what happened last night. Whenever I attempt to brush away at the cloud that shrouds it, I'm only consumed in it once again.  My available memories lead me to a point of being latched in the glacial eyes of Shanae. She had drugged me. The orange juice that has left a bitter taste on the back of my tongue is evidence to that.  Now it's an unfathomable time of the day, and I've missed who knows what.