Chapter 5-Accidentally Touching His Bulge
Helanie:
"Great, Lord McQuoid said you'll be staying in my room," Charlotte remarked, sounding more irritated than ever. I had always admired her, even though she was only a year older than me. But seeing her now made me realize how luxury can change a person.
She paced around the room, scoffing and clenching her fists in frustration, unable to calm down.
"Charlotte, it's only temporary. Soon, she'll be gone, and you can have your room back," her mother reassured her, gently patting her on the back to soothe her. I felt like such a burden sitting on the mattress they had hastily laid out for me.
"But there are so many other bedrooms," Charlotte grumbled.
"If she gets her own room, it means she's staying here permanently. Try to understand, we don't want that, right?" Aunt Emma muttered under her breath, running her fingers through Charlotte's hair as though she was trying to be discreet.
I didn't respond to anything they said. All I wanted was to lie down and drift off to sleep. I hadn't eaten all day—just an apple, which a maid handed me when everyone left for dinner, abandoning me in Charlotte's room.
"Fine. But not for more than a week," Charlotte snapped before climbing into her bed and turning off the bedside lamp.
Aunt Emma shot me one last glare before leaving the room. Finally, I could lie down and rest. But that wasn't the case. Sleep wouldn't come easily, and when it did, it brought the same nightmare—where I was pinned to the cold ground and those alphas were crawling over me.
"No, get off me," I screamed, feeling their hands on my body. I was repulsed. I wanted to tear at their skin, break their fingers, and throw them into boiling oil.
"Get off me!" I shouted again, this time thrashing violently. A blow struck me hard, jolting me awake.