Semua Bab The Alpha's Unaware Luna: Bab 141 - Bab 146

Jerica’s POVMy head was pounding, and before I even opened my eyes, I knew my wrists were in cuffs. Cold metal bit into my skin with every twitch of my fingers. I kept my breathing steady, refusing to give whoever took me the satisfaction of panic. I focused on listening — was anyone in the room? Any movement? Breathing?I tried to reach my wolf, to sharpen my senses, but she was silent. I couldn’t even feel the distant hum of her presence. A cold realization settled over me. They’d injected me with wolfsbane. “Fucking great,” I muttered under my breath.The room was quiet. I didn’t think anyone was there, but I wasn’t letting my guard down. Slowly, I opened my eyes. It was dark, but not pitch black. There was a sliver of light cutting in through the top of the curtains, highlighting the dust in the air. Daylight. Morning, maybe? That meant I’d been out since at least 1:30 a.m.—and that was if it hadn’t been more than one night. I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious. No way to

Jerica’s POVI sat slouched on the couch, pretending to clean the dirt out from under my nails with one of the small plastic forks they had foolishly left behind with last night’s “dinner.” Really, I was just trying to keep myself from losing my mind. I’d been locked in this room for hours. The lights were off again, the only source of light still trickling in from that same sliver of a window near the ceiling. Morning light, brighter now, warmer — but not comforting.No one had come in since that smug woman from earlier. So much for “Rufus” being so eager to see me. I dropped my head back against the top of the couch and exhaled, my lungs burning with frustration.I had no sense of time. No scent trails. No wolf. Just silence and shadows. Whoever these people were, they were smart enough to keep dosing me with wolfsbane and even smarter about keeping my surroundings sterile. No scent markers, no names, no clues. It was a fucking prison wrapped in a mystery.The door creaked open. I d

Jerica – POVJerica sat in stunned silence, her back pressed to the cold wall, one hand still clutched to her neck where Janessa’s syringe had pierced her skin. It throbbed, a slow, burning ache that spread like fire through her bloodstream. But it was nothing compared to the ache forming in her chest.Janet — no, Janessa — stood on the other side of the room with a smug expression, ropes discarded at her feet, her clean clothes and neat appearance a mockery of the girl Jerica had once called her friend. "You should've seen your face," Janessa sneered, crossing her arms. "You looked so concerned. Almost made me feel bad."Jerica swallowed hard, every emotion vying for dominance — shock, rage, betrayal. Her mouth was dry, her tongue heavy. “You drugged me… you’ve been lying this whole time,” she whispered. Janessa tilted her head. “I said my name was Janet. I never said I was your friend.”The sting of those words hit almost harder than the injection. Jerica blinked hard, refusing to c