Chapter 11

Dior

I didn't go back to school after enjoying breakfast at the diner together with Patricia. I'm too tired. It's like I'm running a fever—the symptoms are all there. I'm sweating and freezing, but I took my temperature, and I'm supposedly fine.

Groaning, I shift around in the tall grass in our backyard. I called an Uber from a borrowed phone in the other town and had the driver take Patricia to a hotel nearby.

Although the stubborn woman was fighting me, saying she couldn't accept it, I somehow convinced her to let me pay for her stay at Scandic. Patricia will live there for an entire month, with all-inclusive meals and room cleaning every day.

I don't mind the price. I'm a rich alpha, and paying for her stay there is better than the alternative of letting her stay with William.

Anger churns in my stomach at the idea of William touching her, but then it's replaced by pure pain. I experienced another att