Olivera's POV:
Since the scary Alpha King had left, I hadn't stood up from the wooden stool that was right before the huge queen bed. I hadn't moved an inch, nor have I attempted to remove the blood-soaked dress I was adorned in and wash up in the bathroom which I am sure would be nearby, perhaps the door which I was seeing next to the large dressing table might lead to that. And I was still wearing his coat. He hadn't asked for it. Rather He had ordered me to stay still till whomever it was he would send up would come with tampons and some clothes.
