Chapter Eighty Three

“Mum, it’s been three days!” Arya yelled as she bolted out of the door.

“And I’m trying Arya, I don’t know the particular thing that hit him or touched him, and that’s why I’m trying my best, what more do you expect!” Mrs jenkins flared back at her as she walked into Alston’s room.

“So what do you expect us to do since you’ve been trying your best? Give up or what?”

“If you want to, it’ll save us all the trouble of you talking to me like we’ve become mates!” She shouted one more time before picking up her things.

Packing the whole medicine she had brought in the room, she packed them in the tray she had brought them before walking out of the door, walking straight into her room and slamming the door aloud.

Arya collapsed on the chair, the tears forming in her eyes threatening to spill as she pulled her knees to herself. Three days of not feeling good, and her mate bond, she could sense something was wrong with it. Something was wrong with everything, and in a way she couldn’t fix it.