Chapter 89

Alyssa POV

King and Niko walk into the room, the smell of greasy food hitting the air as King drops a Five Guys bag onto the bed. Zuri immediately reaches for it, demanding for someone to open it, even though she just ate lunch an hour ago.

“I’m not asking you anymore, Alyssa. Eat,” King growls, his concerned glare drilling into me.

I sigh heavily, opening the bag and handing Zuri a warm fry. “I’m not hungry,” I mutter, keeping my eyes on anything but King’s stare.

It’s been days since we went to the Iron Serpents’ clubhouse, and ever since, my appetite has been nonexistent. Even when I try to eat, it doesn’t stay down. I think it’s all because we’re still here. This building feels suffocating, a constant reminder of everything that happened. How am I supposed to heal when I can’t even breathe?

“Alyssa.” King’s tone cuts through my thoughts, low and impatient, like a growl rumbling out of a caged animal.

Before I can snap at him, Niko steps