Amara's POV
A week passed, and I managed to survive.
I had been avoiding Damien, keeping myself busy with just anything. I would run errands for the Alpha, offer myself as an assistant to the Luna, the Beta female, even the Omegas. When I had nothing to do, I would assume the role of the baby sitter. Thankfully, CJ and Kameron were a handful, and they were enough to keep me distracted.
Damien would have noticed that I was avoiding him, but I'd rather that, than being confined in the same space with him. He made me nervous in an exciting kind of way.
He checked on me every morning when he wakes, and before he goes to bed. He always made sure I had eaten and cleaned up for the day. He checks to assure than I was doing anything other than drowning in my own personal pool of misery.
Anoth
