Ella
My legs were stiff from sitting too long in the same position. I hadn’t moved from where Cyril left me the night before. The air in the room felt too suffocating, and the silence pressed too much against me. Everything is frustrating me even more. I already knew the door was locked, I had tried it after he left, pulling at the handle again and again until my hands started to shake, so there was no need to even trying this morning.
He had ordered someone to lock me in. Just like that. As if we had not started to share something. I thought he was beginning to open up to me, and to think he doesn't even believe me. How? How can I sleep with his guard? How can I fancy his guard more than him, the Alpha?
And I know Cyril can be quite unforgiving because that can still be the explanatio
