I sighed and grabbed my watercolors. As always, I got lost in the painting, even though I was kind of ruining it. Painting always gave me a sense of belonging. I could push all thoughts out of my mind and just focus on my work.

It took a little over an hour to alter the painting and when I finished, I couldn't help but chuckle. He was going to be so angry.

While I let it dry, I went into the kitchen to see if dinner was ready yet. There were a couple of workers in the kitchen, but there was no sign of Mariah.

"Where's Mariah?" I asked one of the chefs.

"She went to help out at the packhouse," she explained. "Are you hungry? I just finished with the roast beef."

My mouth watered as she took the roast beef out of the oven. It smelled incredible; with it was potatoes and roasted carrots.

"Starving," I admitted.

She piled good onto a plate and slid it across the counter for me. As I ate, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Elliot isn't here to eat with me and usually, he's home around now. "Have you heard from the Alpha?" I asked the worker.

She shook her head.

I've heard there have been some

I nodded, understanding.

my tongue fiercely and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my mouth. The look on the worker's face told me that she heard me loud and clear. "I'm glad you like

my mouth with the napkin

I

I had a longing for Elliot like no other and I couldn't explain these feelings I was

After thanking them, I returned to the studio to check on my painting. It was almost completely dry. Pleased with myself, I took the portrait back upstairs and hung it on the wall. I

breath hitched when he stepped up behind

you do

of. Immediately, the energy in the room shifted I heard a growl emerging deep in

this?" He asked, his

averted from his. I was too nervous to look at him. I wasn't sure what to expect so

this?" He asked again, anger pouring off him in

folding my arms across my chest I said,

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