The next day, I’m back in with Aeron. I guess he’s pulled rank. Especially since I was meant to spend yesterday with him and I ended up in Cain’s bedroom instead.
I’m back in his office, back on the same chair. Daydreaming. He glances at me occasionally. I can feel the heat of his stares. After the revelation yesterday, I know I’m more of a prize now than ever and for some reason, I keep thinking about it over and over.
I’ve never thought about being a parent. It’s never even entered my mind. I had a plan, a way for how I wanted my life to be, and Silas completely and utterly ruined that. And now it turns out Aeron and Cain are going to do the same. I’m essentially a prisoner and though there are moments where I have to admit, I’m not exactly fighting them, I want to be free. I want to make my own decisions, to be in charge of my own life and not just submit to these Alphas will.
I look at Aeron. He’s reading something. His face is screwed up concentrating. He’s so serious.
I heard a
