Chapter 20

The only thing keeping me from being killed is that Colton will die if anyone touches me. I mean, I’m sure if I were cornered and attacked by someone, it would affect him too, but it doesn’t seem to matter to the circling predators in this house. Most hate the Santos, any of the Alphas for that matter, because they know they will never be them or match up to them, and jealousy and ego are a lethal combination. They won’t be hunted for inflicting pain on him, only if he dies. I lie down on my bed, my stomach growling with hunger while tying my insides in knots, but I can't seem to face eating. I try; I go down for allocated mealtimes, but I pick at my food, and it all tastes like cardboard when I put it in my mouth. Nothing shifts this feeling, this deep emptiness creating a cavern inside me, and it’s bottomless and cold. The longer this goes on, the worse it gets. The only thing my body craves and wants, it can’t have. I hate that he can mess me up like this when we were strangers only