Chapter42: Little Feisty Kitten
Alana
“Francine, did William call? Did he ask for me?”
The woman looked up from what she’s doing on the computer and removed her glasses. “Yes, our lady. He asked if you are alright and I said yes.”
“Really?” I took the seat in front of her in the room that Alpha Killian gave to my staff. “Did you tell him about what happened? With the assassins?”
“No, I did not, Alana. I believed you when you said that it should be you who should tell him.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I don’t want him to worry about me. Knowing about him, I will not be shocked if he comes knocking on the gates of the mansion to bring me back to the castle. “Thank you very much, Francine. How is he? Is he good?”
I miss him so much. I miss his scent, his face, his hugs and kisses. I miss everything about him.
She rounded up the table to sit next to me, her face bright with anticipation. “Do you want to speak to him? I can call him for you since you refused to have a phone.”
I was silent for a moment bef

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