Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha
My heart pounds, half from the pain, half from the ticking clock in my head.
Once the bleeding slows, I tuck the handkerchief back into my pocket and, ignoring the lingering sting, reach up again and finally grab the box from the shelf. Carefully, I lower it down and bring it over to the vanity to examine it closely. I open the lid and, to my relief, spot a small bottle inside with pills almost hidden beneath a layer of tissue. Got it!
Holding my breath, I pull it out, unscrewing the cap as quietly as I can and tipping a few pills into my palm. They’re small, white, and nearly identical, each one smooth and round. At first glance, they look like any standard pill.
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