Alpha’s Rejected Slave

Sheila’s POV

Walking into the quarters the gossips barraging from the slightest wink, giggle, haughty conspiring glares the moment my feet stepped at the door of the slave quarters.

It seemed everyone was waiting to charade a vile attitude in my direction. Running my gaze to the spot Diana sleeps only to see her sleeping pile arranged and folded neatly.

It meant only one thing.

She didn’t spend the night at the slave quarters and she wasn’t anywhere within cortex view that leaves me to worry about her whereabouts.

“I hope you’re okay?” I whisper.

Close proximity spent together. I have taken the young lass as a...