I curled my legs up on the armchair, leaning against the soft arm as I turned the page of the book I held one-handedly. Taking a sip of my tea with the other, the honey-sweetened earl grey only lukewarm now but I couldn't be bothered to move from my comfy position to go warm it.

I glanced out through the window across from me as I turned another page, seeing the snowfall serenely outside and admiring the pretty view it made for a moment before returning my attention to my book. I had always been a huge fan of reading, and there was nothing quite as peaceful as curling up with a good book while it snowed or rained outside. Though there were few things I enjoyed doing that I could continue while trapped in the Alpha's house, reading was one of them and it provided me with a very much needed mental escape.

It did also help tremendously that the Alpha had been quite busy in the past few days. Though I rarely paid much attention to what he was saying, from what I gathered there were some families transferring over to his pack and the process was taking up most of his time.

I was waiting eagerly for when he would eventually have to meet with them to welcome them to the pack, giving me the perfect opportunity to finally make use of the phone Ethan had given me. It was hidden in a drawer wrapped in a towel in one of the bathrooms of the many spare rooms in the Alpha's giant house.

Fortunately I had actually managed to find a couple comfortable reading spots as well while wandering his house. He had tried to argue for me to continue reading in his office as he worked but given up when I told him trying to concentrate while he took phone calls gave me a headache.

I was quite partial to the particular guest room I was in since it had a large light brown armchair that was perfect to curl up on as I read. Another one of the rooms - a bit too close to his office for my liking - had a window seat but it had no pillows or blankets to make it comfortable. Had this been my own house I would have bought some but I wasn't going to start decorating the Alpha's house. It would give him the wrong idea and make him far too hopeful about my acceptance of this as my home.

I spent most of my day in either of those spots and saw little of the Alpha except for during meals which he made sure to always eat with me and at bedtime, though he was always gone before I woke up. Majority of the day I was left to my own devices and with little else to do I was steadily making my way through the books I had purchased on our trip to the bookstore. At the rate I was going, it wouldn't be long before I would have to ask him to take me again.

I could watch something on the television but whenever I tried my mind would wander, and I would find myself missing my old life that was beginning to feel more like a distant dream with each day that passed. It made me unbearably sad to think I could never return to that life, even if I did succeed in getting away from the Alpha I would never see my family again.

The telltale lump forming at the back of my throat had me shaking my head to rid myself of those thoughts and forcing myself to focus on the words before me again. Reading over the words again and again until they began to form an image in my head and I was immersed in the story once more.

Just as I went to turn the page, the door to the room I was in was swung open abruptly and hit the wall with a bang that made me flinch. I looked up with wide eyes as the Alpha stormed towards me, stooping down to slip an arm under my legs and another behind my back to heave me up into his chest. Ignoring my surprised yelp he settled down into the chair I was in and set me down in his lap.

"What are you-?" I started but was startled into silence as he forced my head to lay against his chest.

"If I stayed another moment in that office I think I may have destroyed it. I shouldn't have to be away from my mate on a full moon." The Alpha grumbled, zealously pulling me in closer.

I let the book I held drop into my lap and placed both my hands on his chest to keep from being squished against him. Almost wanting to remove them as soon as I had placed them down at the feel of his heart thundering away beneath my palm.

"Continue reading." He said looking down at my book pointedly as I gaped at him.

"Don't you have work to do?" I asked.

"What do I have an entire pack for if I am going to do everything myself? They've gotten used to doing nothing and leaving it all to their Alpha." He said, his face set and voice stern until he glanced down at me and his expression softened.

"That was before I found you. I don't need work to keep me occupied now that I have my mate to fill my days and nights with."

"This was my chair." I said, ignoring his nonsensical proclamations. He was always unbearably smothering on full moons, not that he was tolerable on other days either.

"You are still in the chair. Go on, keep reading."

My good mood was quite gone but seeing as he didn't seem like he was planning to let go anytime soon, and I knew from experience that in a match of physical strength he would always win, I tried to go back to reading. It might have made sitting here with him slightly more tolerable if I were at least focused on something else.

I read over the words again and again but the feeling of his chest rising and falling as he breathed and the heat that sank into me from each place where our bodies touched distracted me. Resolving to occupy my thoughts elsewhere before the cloying need to get away would result in a fight, I began mumbling the words out loud to myself to at least block out the sound of his breathing.

As that seemed to help me focus I continued reading aloud, soon forgetting altogether that he wasn't just a live chair. He hadn't moved since he sat down making it easier to ignore his presence.

"They're not really gonna kill their friend are they?" The Alpha asked suddenly ruining my efforts. His voice as low and husky as it sounded in the mornings.

"I'm halfway through you won't understand now." I said, continuing on with my reading and he hummed in agreement.

He shifted his position slightly so that he could rest his head back against the chair, gathering me in closer as he did. With his free hand he scratched lightly up and down my back, making me falter in my reading and glance hesitantly at him.

He was the picture of ease, relaxed back into the chair with his eyes hooded lazily. Looking back at me as though him touching me should be completely normal. Letting out a long, slow exhale I returned to my reading, forced to relax into the administration as he continued trailing his hands along my back in a soothing pattern.

I didn't know how many pages I got through before his hand paused and I glanced at him to see why only to see him fast asleep. I couldn't help but stare at him a moment wondering how something so monstrous could hide beneath the surface of such beauty. With his head laid back the way it was against the armchair the sharpness of his jaw was accentuated, his full pink lips were parted slightly, thick black lashes nearly brushing against the high cheekbones they lay against.

Surely there would be many werewolves and humans who would be throwing themselves at his feet. I hoped he would find someone else so that he would stop chasing after me once I was gone. If they were with him willingly then they wouldn't suffer the things I had, I didn't have to feel too guilty about sticking the beast the fates had written for me on someone else.

My stomach grumbled and I glanced out the window to see that it was probably long past afternoon. I grabbed his arm that was curled over me and lifted it slowly, straining to place the limp arm laden with muscle onto the armchair. Slipping off his lap carefully, I turned to see if he had awakened.

His brow was furrowed deeply, hands clenching around air as he grumbled something unintelligible. I quickly yanked off the sweater I wore and placed it in his lap. His arms immediately coming up to hug it against his chest and I only narrowly managed to pull my hands back in time so they wouldn't get caught in his grasp. Immensely grateful that I had decided to wear layers today and could spare the sweater.

The hardwood floor seemed complicit in my plan to escape as it thankfully did not creak as I tiptoed out of the room. Upon reaching the door, I glanced back to see whether he had woken up and though the furrow in his brow hadn't dissipated, his eyes were closed and the sweater was clutched tightly to his chest. At some level he seemed aware that I wasn't there but was pacified enough with my scent that he didn't wake up.

In consideration of his supernatural hearing I crept as quietly as I could through the hall and down the stairs. I didn't want him to wake up, the more of the full moon that he spent asleep the better for me. The moment he was awake he would most likely be breathing down my neck again.

I was surprised I had managed to make it as far as I had without him waking up. At night if I ever rose to go to the washroom or get a glass of water, he was awake before I could make it off the bed. All the work he had been doing and the early rising must have him exhausted to have let his guard down so much. Either that or his guard was down for another reason.

As I got to the kitchen the realization that I had never actually done anything more than make a cup of tea here set in. Opening up the fridge I stood before it, wondering what I should make. Every shelf and drawer was full to the brim which normally would have meant a lot of food going to waste if only two people were eating but he ate about as much as 3 adults so I doubted any of it did.

I rummaged around until I found some mozzarella and a jar of pesto, deciding on making a grilled cheese sandwich with pesto on it for lunch. One of the drawers also had a stick of butter so I grabbed that as well and brought it to the counter where a loaf of fresh bread sat.

Finding a pan and grater for the cheese was a much more difficult task than gathering the ingredients. I had to open many cabinets before I finally found them and pulled them out. Relieved I was no longer wearing a sweater or I would have been sweating by now.

I grated the cheese, realizing that I had grated enough for two sandwiches only once I was done. I didn't know when I had decided that I was going to make the Alpha lunch too but he would probably wake up soon anyway and I didn't want him trying to steal bites of mine.

I put the pan on with some butter spread in it to heat as I assembled the sandwiches. Smearing just a bit of butter on the outside of the toast as well to make sure it would be evenly coated with it before placing the first sandwich on. The sound of the butter sizzling and the smell of the pesto, butter and cheese making my stomach grumble even more insistently. Had I not been so hungry I might have tried my hand at making tomato soup with the sandwiches but that would take longer than I was willing to wait to eat.

I hummed quietly under my breath as I flipped the sandwich. An old tune that I had only heard second-hand through my mom singing it while cooking. I was suddenly pulled back against a warm body as two arms wrapped around my waist cutting my humming short with a gasp.

The Alpha leaned down to nuzzle his face against my hair, grumbling low in his chest in a fashion reminiscent of the animal that their kind really hated being compared to. But as much as I liked to compare him to a dog he had cat feet. How he managed to creep around the house so silently at his size was beyond me.

"What is my sweet little mate making?" He asked, running his nose along the side of my neck making me shiver involuntarily.

"Grilled cheese sandwiches with pesto." I answered, subtly trying to weasel my way out of his hold but he merely tightened his arms around me so my back was flush against him.

"Smells really good." He said lowly, inhaling deeply against my skin making me worry it wasn't the sandwich he was talking about.

There were no reported cases that I knew of werewolves eating humans but of course when they controlled the news they could ensure such things were kept hidden. I twisted as much as his hold on me would allow to get a glimpse of him. Gulping nervously when I saw the hunger in his hooded gaze.

Turning me around in his arms he pushed me back until I was pressed against the counter. One hand coming up to hold the back of my head as his mouth descended on mine. His kiss as ravenous and unashamed as his gaze, lips moving insistently against mine as his tongue tried to probe open my mouth.

The hand that still rested on my waist squeezed at the flesh of my hip until I opened my mouth to protest only for him to force his tongue into my mouth. I whined helplessly against him, the sound muffled by his mouth. Hands scrambling for purchase against his chest so that I could push him away even if I knew that it was a hopeless endeavor.

My head grew light as he continued kissing me as though this were the last time he would ever be able to and in desperation I bit at his lower lip. The answering growl that resounded in his chest told me my actions had the opposite effect than what I had intended.

I banged against his chest with my fists, only just managing to weasel one of my hands that had been trapped between our bodies out and grabbed for the back of his hair. Furrowing my fingers into the short silky strands I forced his head away from me.

Now finally able to pull in a deep breath of air, his body that still crowded me against the counter was the only thing that kept me from doubling over. I kept a wary eye trained on him even as I panted for breath.

His lips were still parted, slick with our spit. Breathing nearly as laboured as mine, making his broad chest rise and fall with each pant. His gaze even more ravenous than it had been before. The kiss doing nothing to satiate him and seeming to have only provoked him further.

"That's punishment for leaving me once I'd fallen asleep." He said, mouth twisting into a smirk as I gave him an affronted look.

"You can't just kiss me whenever you want." I panted, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand.

"On the contrary mate, I very well can kiss you whenever I want. I warned you didn't I? I told you I'd stop holding back. " He said and I opened my mouth to retort but was cut off before I could.

"Trust me when I say that for your sake I still do."

You couldn't teach a beast what consent was. For my own sake I would have to learn to live with it until I could escape.

"Besides that'll teach you not to run away while I'm asleep." He said.

"I was hungry, I came down to make lunch."

"Then I suppose you can be forgiven though I'd prefer you wake me up next time. I don't like waking up without you."

I scoffed, turning away to face the stove. Gasping as I saw my poor grilled cheese burning and unthinkingly elbowed him out of the way so I could flip it.

The side it had been on was completely charred making my shoulders slump in disappointment. My first attempt at cooking in months and I had ruined it. Turning to face him again I glared up at the Alpha as he glanced from the horribly burnt sandwich to me.

"This is your fault." I told him.

"It's not my fault you had the heat on too high." He said, eyes twinkling with mirth in a way that made my blood boil.

I glanced down at the stove to see that he was unfortunately right but that didn't matter. Had he not attacked me then I would have been paying attention to the sandwich and flipped it in time to save it from burning.

"It is your fault, because of you I wasn't paying attention to the sandwich so you can have this one." I said.

"Really? I can have it?" He asked and I nodded slowly, a little taken aback by the awe in his voice.

"Thanks." He said, sounding genuinely grateful for a burnt sandwich.

Scoffing again, I turned down the heat. Only then realizing that I hadn't thought to grab plates. The Alpha seemed to have read my mind as he opened up one of the cabinets and took out two plates, holding them out towards me.

I took both, carefully placing the sandwich on one of the plates and handing it back to him. I watched in horror as he picked it up and took a bite, having expected for him to be joking about eating it when it was so badly burnt.

"You don't have to eat that." I said, reaching for the plate but he held it high out of my reach making me stop short.

"You made it so of course I'm gonna eat it."

"It's burnt, at least toss out that slice and I can remake it with another." I argued.

"This is the first time my mate has cooked for me, I'm going to eat it. Besides it's delicious." He said, taking another big bite as I watched him unable to keep the perturbed look off my face.

I sighed lowly but decided to ignore it. If he wanted to eat burned food then who was I to stop him? I started on my own sandwich, trying to ignoring his stare digging into me as I worked.

Once it was done, I carried mine over to the table and sat down. Unable to wait till it was cooled down and biting into it immediately. The burnt rooftop of my mouth a fair price to pay for the taste of the swelteringly hot melty cheese and warm crispy buttery toast with the nutty pesto that I was rewarded with.

"This is genuinely the best grilled cheese I've ever had. Thank you darling." The Alpha said and I nodded flippantly in acknowledgement of his words. He had to be lying, it was a good grilled cheese but burnt as his had been it couldn't have tasted very good.

"I can't remember the last time someone cooked for me."

"My mom made lasagna last time we went."

"I mean for me, just me without any sort of invitation. I appreciate your mom making us dinner, but that was for the whole family. It's different."

"Surely your parents cooked for you." I said.

"They passed away over a decade ago. They tried to cook for me when they had the time, but they were so busy with the pack that we didn't often get to have meals together."

"Surely they weren't always busy, I mean you don't seem to be most days." I said, wondering why I wasn't so lucky as to get to have more of my meals alone.

"There was a lot of expansion and restructuring going on in the pack under their lead. They brought our pack to where it is now. Worked as hard as they did so I wouldn't have to."

"I'm sorry about your parents." I said, only belatedly realizing that he had said they had passed away. Feeling awful for not having expressed my condolences immediately.

"It's been a long time." He said, a small reassuring smile on his lips as he seemed to notice my distress over having been so dismissive.

"You don't have any siblings?" I asked, realizing I actually had no idea what his family was like. I hadn't met anyone in the pack and did not know much about Alpha Onyx since I wasn't born into this pack.

"No, I'm an only child. Though I have Nora now, I always wanted a younger sibling to spoil."

I took another bite of my sandwich so I wouldn't have to respond immedaitely, my mouth going a little dry at his words. It was one thing for him to consider me his mate but another to already be thinking of my family as his, especially when he didn't seem to have much in the way of family. How cruel the fates had been for pairing us together.

"Well I've heard that only children always end up holding their friends very close." I said.

"You really do know nothing about Alphas do you?" He asked making me frown in confusion as he rose from the chair he had sat down on across from me. Pouring a glass of water from the fridge and placing it down in front of me before sitting down again.

"Thanks." I muttered, picking it up and taking a couple sips.

"It's different for Alphas. Our pack is everything to us. We would die for them, kill for them as they would for their Alpha but being the leader means they don't see you as one of them. They can't. You're the one to look up to, to follow. It's not possible to be seen as an equal. As I understand it true friendship requires equality." He said making my mouth dry again and I was grateful to have the water so close to be able to pick it up and sip on it instead of responding.

"It's why Alphas are so possessive of their mates. A mate is the only equal an Alpha will ever have. Their friend, their confidant, their love, their everything."

I set the last bit of my sandwich down, suddenly no longer hungry. His whisky brown eyes trailed so intently on me it made my skin flush. My leg bounced nervously under the table and I had to place my hand over it in an attempt to make it sit still.

"What happens if an Alpha's mate dies?" I asked hesitantly, regretting it as his eyes hardened and a tick appeared in his jaw from how hard he was clenching it.

"They lose their mind and follow shortly after."

"Oh." I muttered, glancing down at the sandwich that had suddenly lost all its appeal.

"Now if a mate were to try to escape their Alpha then I guess you could say they also lose their mind." He said, leaning in towards me as he spoke and despite the table between us it felt like he was looming over me. The sight of the red swirling within the depths of his eyes making my heartrate pick up before my mind could even register his words fully.

"They become sort of like a starved wolf tracking down its prey. Relentless in their pursuit. It's why there's no recorded cases of an Alpha's mate successfully escaping. Those who do only endanger the ones who helped them and make life much more difficult for themselves."

I was locked in his gaze, unable to look away despite how much I wanted to. The sound of the blood that rushed through my ears making me lightheaded. My trembling hands knocked the plate into the glass of water startling me out of my trance and finally allowed me to break our stare.

"D-Do you want another sandwich?" I stuttered out in an attempt to disrupt the stifling silence that had settled over us.

"No thanks, I'll save my appetite for dinner." He said after a moment of tense silence and I nodded, grabbing my plate and reaching for his but he caught my wrist.

"Allow me, as a way to thank you for making lunch. You can sit down mate." The Alpha said, releasing my wrist when I tried to tug it back. Taking my plate from my hand he popped the last bite of my sandwich into his mouth.

"Do you like to cook?" He asked as he brought our plates over to the sink and began rinsing them off.

"I suppose I do, but I never really did it often. My mom usually cooked in our house and I knew Eth-"

He whipped his head around to look at me so fast it made me stop short and realize what a grave mistake I had made. The plate he held in his hand shattered in his grasp making me flinch. A shard embedding itself deeply into his palm and making the water run red, but he didn't even spare it a glance. My entire body seemed to go numb and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

"What were you about to say mate?" He asked coldly, voice as level as though he were merely asking the time.

"Either I could eat what she made for me or get takeout." I blurted out, praying fervently to any deity listening that he would let it slide even if my lie was so obvious that he didn't need his supernatural senses to pick up on it.

He continued watching me blankly for a moment before turning back to the dishes. Yanking the shard out of his palm making blood gush out in a way that had the sandwich I had just eaten threaten to make a reappearance. I placed a hand over my mouth as I tried to force myself not to gag.

"Have a sip of your water." He commanded without looking at me and I quickly complied, nursing the cold glass in my hand to have something to hold onto afterwards.

"Do you like to cook?" I asked, trying to make amends for my blunder and diffuse the tension between us. He was silent for a moment too long and I wondered if he was going to ignore me before his tense shoulders slackened and he let out a long, slow exhale.

"I always have, I seemed to have a knack for it since I was a kid and it was a way for me to help my busy parents. Now it's something I can do for my mate." The Alpha said.

"That's nice." I mumbled awkwardly, praying even harder now for that hole to open up in the ground so I could disappear.

"I do have something to ask you about the last time we went over to your parents." He said making my heart skip a beat and I choked on the sip of water I had just taken.

"W-what about?" I sputtered out between coughing.

"I want you to be honest with me Athena." The Alpha said, drying his hands off on a towel before walking towards me in all his well over 6 foot and clearly not entirely human glory making me shrink back in my seat.

He sank down to his knee before me, grabbing the glass from my hand and setting it onto the table before taking a hold of my hand.

"Do you like my lasagna or your mom's lasagna better?"

I stared at him silently for a moment, wondering if I had misheard him over the thundering of my own heartbeat.

"Sorry, what?"

"Whose lasagna do you like better? Your mom's or mine?" He clarified and I couldn't hold back the undignified squawk of laughter I let out in relief. The sound seeming to shock him into allowing his lips to curl up in a brief smile before his expression turned serious once more and he looked at me expectantly.

"My mom's of course." I answered unthinkingly, so light with relief that he still seemed to suspect nothing that I hadn't even considered being a bit more diplomatic.

The effect was immediate. His expression soured, a tick appearing in his jaw as seemed customary whenever he was annoyed or angry. Eyes seeming to shutter and he glanced down at my hand in his before looking back up at me.

"I think it's about time that we invite your parents over for dinner."

"I don't think that's a good idea." I responded immediately. The mere thought of my family in this place made my stomach lurch.

"Why not?" He asked challengingly.

I opened my mouth to speak but shut it as my brain caught up with the words that were about to instinctually pour out about him. The chance that I could get away with telling him he was a raving lunatic holding me hostage and that I didn't want my parents to visit the place that I saw as a cage was nonexistent on a regular day, but tonight being a full moon made it doubtful I'd get out of it in one piece.

"I don't think they're ready for that. They're trying to accept the situation but they need more time." I said slowly, choosing my words as carefully as I could to ensure it wasn't a lie but neither was it the whole truth.

"They need to accept that you're my mate and this is your home now. Humans visit the homes of their children don't they?"

"They do but this is a special case."

"They are your family and that makes them my family so I would like to have them over for dinner to repay them the hospitality they have showed us. If they have yet to accept reality then this might very well help them get there." He retorted, his rude words making me bristle but I attempted to stay calm.

"They're more comfortable in their own house, it's easier to get used to something in a familiar place. I also miss my home and like visiting it."

"This is your home. Let them get familiar with it so they can be comfortable here too. Next time we see them will be here." He said, leaving the threat unsaid but very clear.

I grit my teeth and glanced away, trying to hold back the urge to yell at him. Taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger he turned my face back towards him. Raising my chin until I was forced to look into his eyes.

"Don't be mad darling. I only want to cook your family a nice meal. I've tried to be accommodating for as long as I could of your wish to visit your childhood home but Alphas don't impose on others. It is in our nature to provide for our pack. I already consider your family to be a part of my pack and eventually I'd like them to formally join it. It'll be good for them to visit the territory before we propose such a thing." He said and I stared at him wondering if he was delusional or so used to having complete control that he really thought my family could ever be a part of his pack.

"My family will not join your pack. They have no desire to leave their home and you won't even so much as suggest for them to." I said slowly, enunciating every word as clearly as I could.

His brow raised and he looked at me with a look reminiscent of my first couple weeks in this hellhole when he was provoked by my audacity to so much as breathe without him explicitly giving permission for me to do so.

"Is that so little mate?" He asked.

"You have no power over my family, you can't force them to do anything."

"You see this fire in you is exactly why the fates paired you with me. No one dares to look me in the eye and refute me, let alone tell me what I can and can't do." He said, lips twisting up into a smile that did nothing to soften the manic possessiveness of his gaze. Eyes glinting with obsession.

"I had no intention of forcing them to join my pack. Joining my pack would be beneficial to them, I'd afford them every comfort and every advancement they could ever want."

"They're not the type of people to want any unfair advantages."

"It's not unfair, they are your family. They raised you and have a special place in your heart. They care for you as unconditionally as I do and thus to me they are deserving of everything."

I couldn't help but huff out a sarcastic laugh at his words. His regard for me was nothing like the love of my family or unconditional by any means. Everything was on his terms, even the expression of it was unwanted and forced.

"What's so funny darling?" He asked coldly.

I sighed inwardly, pulling my face away from his touch and brushing a hand over my forehead to ease the headache that was forming. Arguing with him was impossible, I had to allow for these little battles to be lost if I wanted to ever emerge from this victorious.

As much as it would make them uncomfortable to come here, I knew my family would rather suffer the discomfort than not get to see me. It might have been possible for me to convince him on another day when he was perhaps a bit less driven by beastly instinct to give in to my request. To give them more time and continue visiting them for now. But if I were going to succeed in getting away then I needed him to trust me, to trust that I was coming around. To start leaving the house more with the confidence that I wouldn't run off the moment he turned his back.

Unfortunately that meant giving in to him a little. I had to be careful to choose what I could afford to give in on without losing more of myself than I already had.

"I'll invite them to come over next time I speak to them." I said and a brief flicker of surprise flashed across his expression, almost imperceptible if you weren't looking closely and missed the slight widening of his eyes.

"I appreciate that." He said, grabbing my hand from my lap and lifting it to press a kiss to my knuckles before resting it back on my knee. The look of satisfaction in his eyes making me grit my teeth and have to remind myself of my long term goal to keep from lashing out.

Author's Note

Hello my lovelies!

I am so sorry for the incredibly long wait for this chapter. I do not have a valid excuse but I will explain because a lot of you were really kind and left messages to remind me that you were patiently waiting or just to check up on me. I had to get two wisdom teeth removed in December when I should have posted this chapter. Unfortunately, I got sick during recovery which made the process a lot longer and more difficult than it had to be.

Between catching up on work after that and trying to stay informed on what's going on with Palestine I got really burnt out and was mindlessly consuming media instead of creating for the mental escape. I am trying to find a better balance now, between grieving for what's happening but also staying hopeful for a better future.

To sum up my rant, I could blame it on writer's block but generally to get past that you just have to try to write, which all your kind messages encouraged me into doing and voila we have a chapter. I'm very sorry about disappearing for so long. Thank you so much for being so patient with me.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and I hope you and your loved ones are all well and safe.