Trouble in Paradise

After two alphas had to help me get dressed and throw me into my cell, I sit on the bed and punch my leg, forcing it to react. This is way worse than being shoot in the arm.

The door opens again a few minutes later and Clara comes in on her own, wearing the same uniform as me.

I still can't believe this is actually happening. Out of all the options and scenarios I thought possible, I never considered for one second that Clara Taffy, the Mayor's daughter, would be locked in this special cell with me.

"Oh, well, it's a lot bigger than it looks on the outside," Clara comments, looking to

the bed where I’m sitting and the lonely toilet on the far left corner, before her eyes focus on me, "How are you feeling? You've been quiet and weird since you woke up."

"I don't know how I feel yet. My brother is perfectly fine," I blurt out, stretching a hand to the right where Andrew's cell is, "In fact, he's much better than he's been in years. He's eating chicken now and his face looks full, h