Chapter 67

Noah's POV The cold walls of my room closed in around me as I stared at the locked door, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles had gone white. How long had I been held in this room? Days? Weeks? Time blurred together in this isolated hell. All I remembered clearly was losing consciousness in my car, then waking up here. Without the television mounted to the wall, I wouldn't have known what was happening beyond these walls. According to every news outlet, I was dead. A charred body found in my burned-out car. Paige. Asher. Even little Naomi.What did they believe? Were they mourning me? And what was Thalia doing with my daughter now that I was "gone"? I examined my hands, flexing them slowly. After my alleged death, Neo had disappeared with his son. Why? What game was being played, with me as an unwilling piece? Every instinct in me screamed to break free, to find Paige and our children, but the room was too heavily guarded. Even with my Alpha strength, escape had proven impossible. The