STARLETTE
The following morning, Tom and I met for training again, and I channelled all the rage burning within me into the training.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I kept chanting in my mind with each attack I blocked.
“You have gotten better and fierce.” Tom commented, amazement evident in his voice.
“All thanks to him.” I blurted before I could even stop myself.
“Who? The Alpha?” He guessed.
“Can you believe he hasn’t been sleeping in our room? Not that I care, but—“ I trailed off immediately when I realised I was divulging too much information.
“Never mind.” I continued, exhaling sharply.
“It’s okay.” Tom managed to hit my waist, and I groaned in pain. “It’s a safe space. You can talk to me.”
I didn’t know who Tom really was or if I could trust him. But I needed lis
