Alpha’s Rejected Slave

Fifty-Six

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...