#Chapter 25 – Why Don't You Trust Me

Celia

I expect to wake up in chains, or beaten in my unconsciousness, punished for my status and the link to my mate, but I actually wake to the scent of coffee and bacon looming through the air. I struggle to sit up, taking in the sight of a small room with a kitchenette across the way, a large, bruting rogue Alpha meandering over the breakfast foods he prepares.

My head is spi