Chapter 37
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Evening descended over Gabbs as work drew to a close, and a fine drizzle began to fall. Georgia moved slowly through the rain, her pace deliberate, cautious.
She reached the convenience store near the Vetro Club.
“Miss, that’ll be six dollars and forty cents,” the clerk said, nodding toward the umbrella Georgia had placed on the counter.
Her eyes flicked to the umbrella–it was the cheapest model the store offered. She opened her purse and checked her meager funds. She could afford it, but hesitation flickered across her face.
“Thanks, but the rain’s light. I don’t think I need this.”
Exiting the store, she wrapped her coat tighter around her slender frame and kept her head down, pressing forward.
The drizzle wasn’t heavy, but the sting in her side flared with every drop falling onto the wound at her waist.
By the time she reached the dormitory, the rain had thickened, soaking her thoroughly.
She staggered, drenched, to the dorm’s door.
Her key slid into the lock, but the door remained stubbornly shut.
Frozen for a moment, she stared at the closed barrier, forcing a weak smile.
Despite the rift between them, she and Laura still shared this dorm. Though the atmosphere was strained–silent hostility simmering between them–none of the two had moved out.
Maybe Charlotte forgot to swap their rooms, or management deemed their conflict too petty to intervene.
But ever since that day, Laura’s attitude toward Georgia had shifted sharply.
No matter how openly disdainful Laura was, she’d never locked Georgia out before.
“Laura, open the door!” Georgia called out desperately.
Her voice faltered midway, swallowed by silence. She slowly lowered her head, biting back the frustration. Laura had clearly decided not to let her in.
Shouting was pointless; Laura wasn’t asleep.
Leaning against the door, Georgia glanced upward toward the ceiling and whispered, “I have nowhere else to go.”
If only she still possessed her wolf–the freedom to shift and vanish into the forest.
Now, she was more vulnerable than any human.
Sliding down, she sat on the cold ground, wrapping herself tighter in her sodden clothes. The chill seeped deep into her
bones.
That night, she fell asleep propped against the door, the cold pressing in as endless nightmares tormented her.
She found herself perched at the edge of a cliff, plummeting into an abyss she could not escape.
Startled awake, Georgia realized she hadn’t fallen–but the door behind her was suddenly swung open from the inside.
“What are you doing? Why sleep by the door when you have a bed?” Laura’s voice was sharp, yet tinged with an unfamiliar
softness.
Since their last incident, Laura had done her best to ignore Georgia’s presence, wearing a mask of icy detachment.
Yet now, she was offering words–awkward, tentative.
“The door was locked from the inside last night,” Georgia said flatly, the truth plain.
She hadn’t expected an apology, only hoped Laura wouldn’t deepen the wound.
“Locked? Maybe I accidentally locked it when I shut the door,” Laura replied, her tone casual but dismissive.
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Accidental? No one would buy that.
Georgia shook her head, unwilling to fight. Her head throbbed, the world tilting dangerously.
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“Why are you staring at me like that? I didn’t mean to lock you out. Why didn’t you knock or call? What’s the use of having a mouth if you don’t use it?”
Listening to the cold words, Georgia’s brow furrowed. She finally lifted her gaze. “Laura, I’m tired.”
Laura acted deaf, then let out a cruel laugh. “Oh, I get it. You don’t use your mouth to talk–you only use it to scavenge money.”
“I’m exhausted.” Georgia clutched the doorframe, her patience evaporating. She wasn’t here to fight.
But Laura blocked her way, face hardening. “Wait.”
Grabbing Georgia’s arm, she warned with venom, “Stay away from Dominic.”
Laura refused to admit her jealousy over Georgia’s closeness to Dominic, convinced she was somehow different from the others who toiled at the club. She worked only to pay tuition, nothing more.
Georgia leaned against the doorframe, drained beyond words. She just wanted rest.
“Laura, I’m sick.”
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The admission stunned Laura into silence. Then indignation flared. “Georgia, enough. Stop pretending. Seriously? I say a few words and suddenly you’re sick?”
Rubbing her forehead, Georgia pleaded, “I got caught in the rain last night, because you locked the door.”
It was the truth–and yet it cut Laura deeply. She had always disliked Georgia, and no matter what Georgia said, it was
wrong.
“What do you mean by that?” Laura’s face darkened. “I told you it was an accident. Are you accusing me of doing it on purpose?”
Georgia wanted to argue, to release the anger coiled inside.
But she swallowed it back, reminding herself, I am no longer the Alpha’s daughter.
“Laura, you’ve got me wrong. I’m just saying I was soaked through and had to spend the night outside. Now I’m sick and dizzy. Can we talk after I rest?”
Her voice softened to near a whisper, weakness betraying her.
Her thoughts drifted to three years past. What would the old Georgia have done now? She wasn’t sure she’d survive the
memory.
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