Chapter 52 | Feeling

Amelia

It’s been a week since I woke up. Maven is a lot more protective of me than he used to be. We still talk, play, and watch TV together the way we used to when he would come to my little apartment. But now we either do it in his bedroom or he stays the night in my bedroom.

He doesn’t want me to do my ‘slave’ duties. He thinks I need more time to rest, and he thinks I shouldn’t do those duties anymore.

I spend time with Maggie and Sophie, but neither of them will let me do anything. Everyone is so worried about me, but I’m feeling great. It’s like I was never in that small coma.

I sit on the barstool by the island in the kitchen and Maggie sets a cup of tea in front of me. She smiles softly at me as she asks, “How are you feeling, dear?”

I shake my head at her, “Maggie, I’m fine. I’ve been telling all of you that! There’s nothing wrong with me.”

She shrugs, “You can’t blame us for worrying, dear. You were unconscious for 2 weeks and when you arrived at the pack hospital your lips