The Seventh Day of Silence

Summary

It was the seventh day of the cold war between Declan and me.

Then, the car accident happened.

He rushed to the hospital.

I sat on the bench outside the ER, seemingly unharmed.

The person being resuscitated inside was the Omega he had brought home seven days ago.

"Noah, you better pray he's okay."

Declan was trembling with rage, his voice freezing the air around us.

"If he isn't, I will make you suffer ten times the pain he’s feeling right now."

So, like a criminal awaiting sentencing, I sat there.

Imprisoned on that cold metal chair by my own Alpha.