ZAYA’S POV
Alone again as I usually was, I stared at the boring painted wall in front of me. For a second, I thought if this was Alpha Kade’s – it had to be – or Olivia’s. It was a bland mixed design of gradient white, gray and black that somehow managed to dampen my mood even further than it already was.
Luckily, there was a knock, but before I could even answer, the door was pushed open, revealing Drew. He walked in with a small tray of food, which only then made me realize that I hadn’t eaten in a while. I should really eat more. I told myself as he approached the bed that I wanted to find out whose it was.
His eyes held a softness I knew Alpha Kade’s could never have and the closer he got, the more worried he looked, no doubt from the paleness of my skin. I was dying, in both soul a
