Elsa
Lucas hurried out of the room, leaving me lying there in a haze of fatigue. When he returned, he brought me a glass of orange juice. I took it, my hands shaking as I drank it down. The sweetness of the juice flowed through me, and after a few minutes, I started to feel more energised. The fog in my head cleared slightly, but a lingering discomfort remained.
I couldn’t help but wonder why Lucas always insisted on serving me himself. Was it about control, or did he not trust his own pack members? Either way, it felt off. He was trying too hard, doing things Adam never would have done—going out of his way to appear caring, and attentive. And yet, despite all of his efforts, none of it mattered. My feelings for him hadn’t changed. They never would.
As I lay there, sipping the juice and
