Alpha’s Rejected Slave Fifty-Seven Sheila’s Pov “I made your favorite,” she hands over a bowl of fresh mutton stew with parsley leaves. “Thank you but I’m not hungry,” I declined with a sad smile, my face wrinkled with worries and emotional frustration. Diana drops the meal at the table, plops to the bed with a worried brow, “still thinking of him?” “Every single day, every second, and every breath I take I miss him a lot. He’s my life without him I’m terribly miserable.” My chest burns, my heart lonely, and weak. I wish I could sneak and watch him for seconds, his face, his build, run my fingers on his stubbles, kiss his cheeks to remind him that I’m with him, that he’s not alone but I couldn’t. For one year we've been apart. The cruelest torture. “But he hasn’t woken up. Fidelis will tell us when it is the right time to appear before all, and sundry. You have to realize making a
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