CHAP. NINETEEN—AN ALPHA WITH A SUDDEN CONSCIOUS.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ + •*.』

ALL KAYLEY SAW WAS DARKNESS.

She couldn't see anything beyond the point of her own frozen pale hands. The young sorority leader felt cold and barren. She still wore her skimpy short dress from two days ago. Her neck was extremely sore, poked with pricked holes and dried blood. Oftentimes, very itchy.

It's only been over 12 hours since Zayne last fed on her red body fluids. Kayley had never felt this sort of suffering before.

He left her lying flat on a wooden floorboard of a cabin he found and took refuge in, struggling to move and stricken with bloodloss and neck pain. Her back was against the empty wooden cupboards of a kitchen that picked up perhaps years' worth of dust and cobwebs. Her legs were tainted in dirt, splinters, and blood.

Zayne had never done anything intimate nor never once violated Kayley, she was just his snack that he decided to keep after almost being caught by Werewolves the other night. That's all.

A thin blanket was left to her