*Mark*I don’t want to walk into breakfast with the other Alphas.I already know how this conversation is going to go.If it were up to me, I would’ve continued to lay in bed with Rose all day, but she has a schedule to follow, and so do I. As I get ready to go to the room that the four of us have b
“Uh… I’m not sure I really feel comfortable talking to you guys about that sort of thing,” I confess. “Just be gentle with her, and it’ll be fine.”Tristan smirks at me. “Wait–are you serious? Be gentle. Dude, I’m not sure that’s in my playbook.”I glare at him. “You’d better figure it out, man. She
*Rose*The room is deafeningly silent except for the rhythmic sound of my feet pattering on the floor as I walk around, lost in my thoughts.I look up and see the luxurious bedroom, adorned with flowers in every nook and corner. It is an exquisite sight; I would normally find it romantic in any othe
I was definitely going to turn into a monster after all this. This is why I didn’t think I wanted to be with any other Alphas after Mark. If I only stuck with him. At least all the marks would look the–The voice inside my head is abruptly halted mid-sentence as a cheery laugh from behind us makes u
I nod. I think I understand. I feel the corners of my mouth curving into a smile. Mark gave me a hickey.Ah, for a newbie I should treat this as a medal for a job well done then. Why would I have to hide this under some concealer? I would love for Emily to see it. I smirk when I think of how she wou
*Rose* Vienna's eyes become shrewd, taking me in as though she's seeing me in a new light. “You are glowing!” she says. I feel a warmth creep into my cheeks. I feel rejuvenated after my bath. It was a peaceful soak, and I had been relieved when Shelby had walked out of the room, allowing me to bat
I get up and walk to the mirror. Well, whatever makeup they are using sure holds up quite well. All I need to do is run a brush through my hair and put a touch of lip gloss on my lips before going to the dining room for lunch. After a little touch-up, I walk down the long hallway toward the dining
*Rose* I am still sniffling as I look at Tristan, who is looking at me with readable worry in his eyes. I know I look like a hot mess, and I can feel some watery mucus dripping from my nose. I grimace as I can imagine what he is thinking seeing me in such a state. Why am I worried about what I look