Alpha’s Rejected Slave

Sheila’s POV

(One week later)

My knuckles restricted mid air as I took another sigh for the umpteenth time in a few minutes.

I hesitated knocking on the huge door in front of me, my hands shaky as too many thoughts kept popping in my confused head. It has been one week since that ugly incident had occurred and as glad as I was for escaping without Santiago unleashing his evil intentions, I know for a fact he was biding his time, scheming, and orchestrating a way to take me down once and for all.

The first few days I avoided anywhere he might be or be...