"Look, but don’t touch, Brad," Alpha Ryker chuckled. "You'll have your time soon enough."
Bella excused herself from the room, holding her head high as she exited. But she could still feel their eyes on her, evaluating, scrutinizing. It was suffocating. By the time she reached her room, her hands were trembling, and she collapsed onto her bed, emotionally drained. The stress, the tension, the overwhelming pressure of it all, it was too much.
Suddenly, she rushed to the bathroom, her stomach rebelling as she knelt over the toilet and vomited from the anxiety. When she finally stood up, her body was trembling. She rinsed her mouth with cold water, but in her panicked haste, her hand knocked several bottles off the counter, including the drops that Cristal had given her to help restore her
