I have no worth.
“Well, aren’t you going inside?”
I hunch my shoulders, wrapping my hands around myself as I rub my palms over my arms. I’m covered in goose flesh.
With an irritated sigh, he opens the door, and the ornate wood opens with a creak. It’s dark in the room beyond, and I’m too afraid to step inside. But then Sebastian flicks on a light, and my mouth hits the floor.
It’s the most beautiful room I have ever seen. It has a queen-sized bed, fluffy white carpets, and antique furniture, and I just… wow.
Tears burn at the back of my eyes, and I hope to God that this isn’t some cruel trick. Still, if they do decide to kill me in the end, then at least I will die in comfort.
This is a room fit for a princess. While I may not be royalty, I’m still going to make the most of this place. Most omegas could only dream of such luxury, and there are still many suffering around the world.
So for their sake, I will cherish this room.
I glance at Sebastian again, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Thank you.”
He stands as rigid as a statue. Those obsidian eyes never leave me, and it’s hard to believe he’s real. I’ve never seen a more emotionless creature.
The alpha stirs then, and I swear some life returns to his eyes. “You’re welcome.”
The two of us stand in total silence as I try to think of something to say, and I suddenly feel so small. Sebastian doesn’t take his eyes off me the whole time, and I wish I knew what he was thinking. Most alphas are easy to read, and I’m pretty good at interpreting body language.
Silence is never a good sign. It normally means that the alpha is about to attack. But Sebastian stays put, and again, I wonder if I should say something else.
I was never a chatterbox, and I get the inkling that Sebastian is the same way too.
Finally, he opens his mouth to speak. “Bathroom is on the right.”
Wait... bathroom?
I glance at the door. I thought that was a closet.
My heart pounds. I get my own bathroom?
“And there are clothes in the closet.”
And clothes too? Maybe I really did die and go to heaven.
I won’t cry. All this truly seems too good to be true, but again, I will live in the moment and show him how grateful I am.
“Thank you, a-alpha...”
I won’t make the mistake of calling him Sebastian again. I will not overstep a line.
Sebastian stiffens, flaring his nostrils. Then he releases air from his lungs, and says, “Sebastian is fine.”
My eyes pop. Well, so long as he is giving me permission.
Finally, he exits the door, leaving me in my new room at last, and I guess this is where I will be staying from now on.
Time to make myself comfortable.
***
In the end, I grabbed the sheets and decided to sleep under the bed. I still feel like this was all a huge mistake.
I don’t deserve to be here. I should be dead right now. I attacked my correction officer and I need to be punished.