Stella
I wake up to my gurgling stomach and frown once I realize where I am: alpha Raphael's estate.
The night was spent dreaming about Evan. We were splashing in a lake, swimming and having fun. And after that kind of happy dream, it's a letdown to wake up here as a prisoner.
I hate this place.
With a gloomy feeling in my heart, I put on some nice clothes Leonora left on a chair. They are my size—she probably used magic to measure me when I was sleeping.
I won't complain. The jeans suit me, and I've always wanted to have a cut leather jacket. I think it fits my red hair, which I brush while opening the door to my room.
I'm relieved that the barrier doesn't keep me locked inside the room any longer and head downstairs. I can smell the scent of fresh toast, and I don't think alpha Ra
