Tristan's Point Of View
"C'mon Tristan, it's time to eat. Please wake up..."
"Mmm... Hm?" I asked, groggy.
"Breakfast is here. Time to eat, love..." Sylvester said.
"Ngh... I'm not hungry..." I mumbled.
"You have to eat something, Tristan. Please, for me?" Sylvester said, looking concerned.
However, I really wasn't hungry though. Not only that, but my body felt extremely weird. Warring anxiety, and impatience were coursing through me. My stomach felt empty but I didn't have an appetite at all.
"Hm...? Where is everyone else?" I asked.
"Well we are about to get an injection of people here soon. So the others are making space for them, more or less." Sylvester said, putting the tray of food on the bed.
"What kind of people?" I asked.
I was beginning to realize that these emotions were not mine and that they belonged to my Alphas.
