Elsa
Lucas didn’t return for three days. It was as if he had vanished, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the confusion swirling inside me. The omegas came by regularly, bringing me juice every morning before my meals and again at night before bed. Strangely, I didn’t feel feverish anymore, and they told me it was on Lucas’s orders. He might not have been physically present, but he was keeping tabs on me.
He called Clifford to check in, making sure I was okay, though he never contacted me directly. Every day, flowers arrived—along with chocolates and sorry cards. He was trying too hard, desperately attempting to make up for what had happened, but it wasn’t working. I felt more trapped with every passing moment.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was counting the hours, hoping Adam would
