STITCHING ERIK

I watched as Alex rose to his feet. 

He spat the blood out of his mouth and gave us all a dirty stare. 

I expected him to expose me there and then, but he didn't. 

Rather, he simply stalked off. 

And no, he didn't fix his fly. He left it open, not caring the least bit about anything or anyone. 

All eyes turned to me once he was out. 

Extremely weak, I sat down on a bench. 

He could have ousted me. 

I made known his claim about who I truly was, but he hadn't. 

Worse, he has told me that I will help him kill Xaden. 

I put my face in my hands. 

I was stressed and tired so much on my head. 

Expectations come from everywhere. First, it was from my pack, and I was to deliver information about Xaden's activities. 

I had not been able to do that because I was illiterate. 

Then there was Xaden, who had brought me here to torture me, even though he had no idea that hurting me had no effect on my family.