Darcy.
Two days has passed in a row, and Alpha Anthony hasn’t called me even once. I had wanted to go and see if everything was alright but went against it. It has to do with the lady that came that time to see him, Miss Bridget and she has been coming to the pack house every day, spending her entire day here. “What are you thinking about?” Heath asked, sneaking into the room.
Unlike them, I was given a room in the main house and at the same time, we weren’t allowed to be seen together, even during our free hours. I snatched away my notebook from the bed, detaching the pen from it. “Nothing. Are you done with your chores?”
She gently nodded her head, collapsing on the head. “Today was hectic. Miss Bridget came again and as always, she was bossy. She even slapped the head of the kitchen.
