Chapter Seven: Dax's P.O.V. 3

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Sleep was not easy for me. I spent the entire night tossing and turning. Looking at myself in the mirror I look rough. My brown curly hair sat flat on the top of my head. Dark bags hung under my deep brown eyes.

I dressed in some black basketball shorts, and a white T-shirt. Sitting on my bed, I debated on going downstairs, or staying where I am. I decided to stay. I'm not sure I could handle seeing anyone this morning honestly.

After about 20 minutes Ryce mind linked me. I wasn't even sure I wanted to answer. Reluctantly I did though.

Yes Alpha?

Are you coming down for breakfast? Ambrose made burritos and they're good as f**k.

I paused.

Do I want to risk seeing Ridley or Caleb?

Who's all there?

What does that matter?

I sighed……