Chapter 98: Being A Rogue Isn't Worth Anything.

The Next Day.

Ariel slept so much peacefully than a new born baby, her sleep throughout the night was beautiful and peaceful with no father or the idiotic Jacob to worry about when she would wake up.

She didn't get to sleep on a cold floor with her hands chained up like an animal the way she used to do back then in her father's pack house, but had a whole f**king king sized bed that was twice the size of her own bed back in the Mills pack house. This bed was extremely comfortable and really fluffy.

The small rays of sun peeking from outside of the window slightly opened halfways made Ariel stirred in her sleep. And she fluttered her eyes open slowly, also rubbing them to get rid of the small sleep still on them.