Alpha Terrell's POV
I watched Angel storm away, her retreating form stiff with anger and hurt. When I was certain she was out of earshot, I turned to Sheena.
"Don't help her lose weight."
Sheena's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Whatever herbs you were planning to give her - don't. Find something else."
"Why?" Sheena crossed her arms, her expression shifting from surprised to challenging. "Give me one good reason."
"I have my reasons," I said firmly. "Just follow orders."
"Orders?" Sheena's voice took on an edge I rarely heard from her. "Terrell… Uriel…whatever you're calling yourself now, that girl is human. She has feelings. Emotions. She's clearly tired of being the way she is and wants to change. It is her body afterall. Her life. Who are you to stop her?"
"It's none of your business," I snapped. "Just do as I asked."
