AISLYNBeing stuck in the medical room alone for hours, gives my treacherous heart enough time to stew over dashed hopes of the Alpha having feelings for me.

It’s pathetic enough that I entertained such thoughts. Silly me, mistaking pity for something else.

Going over the last conversation I had with Dyer, once again breaks my spirit.

“Why would he go an extra mile to save a slave like me?” I laugh bitterly to myself.

Just what was I thinking? Asking him if he shared some of his ...