Alpha Tagon’s POV

(Two week Later)

My fist lost under the mighty bundle of my garment as my eyes peeked outside staring to nothing in particular hoping the noise in my head drowns down and gives way to silence.

Oh.. silence I craved it more than anything. My heightened hearing sense itches, hoping for news- good news but nothing.

Since I instructed the young lady to watch over Sheila, my woman there hadn’t been anything forthcoming. Her wounds were healing rapidly, much better than I envisioned, her skin glowed with the constant cleaning, attention and pamper catered to it but when it came to her….

Sheila hasn’t made any progress...