Chapter 8. Infirmary

I closed the door and slumped back to the bed, feeling my eyes close instantly. 

This is just a dream, Kira. It will all be over soon…

Except it wasn’t. When I woke up the next day, it was too good to be true. Or not.

Mark was already waiting by the door with a food tray in hand. 

“Here’s your food,” said Mark, smiling at me. “The food is at the packhouse, and I think you are not ready to face the others yet.” 

This is what I hadn’t experienced compared to the time I lived in my father's and step mothers house. 

I guess I shouldn’t judge my new place. Although my physics teacher and schoolmate transferee are here and I’m confused, it's a bit…not disappointing.

Instead, I’m expecting the worst. 

Be a sex slave?

Although the “alpha” he calls him has assured me he won’t do anything like that, I can’t help but still feel worried for myself. I only have myself after all.

“I didn’t know what food you like