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It’s been a week. A week since I came so close to death but was saved by my Alpha. A week of being locked in my bedroom to recover. A week of my Alpha staying in my room on the couch so he can be sure that I am alright. A week of time spent together. His close proximity at night has certainly helped me sleep better, placating the bond that draws me to him. It has also, however, made his absence when he leaves be felt substantially more. He leaves and has breakfast in the packhouse and either works in the office or attends training sessions. He has come back each day to have lunch with me and sometimes will work from my couch before we have dinner and watch a movie after. I am so bored with being locked in my bedroom and I'm excited to begin training, but I’m also going to be sad w