RUM What the fuck is so funny about what I just said? Jesus Christ… can she leave now? Rose is alone with Ambrose and I can't focus on what they were saying because of the yapping inside here. "Are you sure you don't want to use my team of specialists? They can do a much better job. I mean, they're medical specialists. Highly regarded in the field." The heiress smiled sweetly. Fuck. Now she wants me to go back to work? Didn't I just say that it's nice to take a break? I smiled back with the same sweetness. "I'm good, Miss Sparks—." "Goldie!" She screamed, her eyes spitting fire. And I went silent. Goddamn it. This is all Dan's fault. Why did he even agree to this? This bitch is crazy. Money. It's all for the sake of the fucking money. Deal with it, boy. That old geezer's voice echoed at the back of my mind. ARGH! I want a morning with Rose—not this… fucking hyena! "Goldie," I began, mustering a nice smile. "I hope this break gives me all the rest I need. I'll giv
RUM “I told you not to speak, you fucking witch!” The princess was shrieking her highest and angriest. Panic seized me. Rose! Jesus Christ! Can't the princess pick a better place and time for a catfight? I should’ve sent Rose away earlier. What if she hurt her neck again? I tried to appeal to the Alpha of the White Crown pack. “Ellis, I need to get to Rose.” But Magnus quickly lunged forward, wanting to grab me. And I backed away further to the bathroom, jerking up a hand to call for a truce. “Alright! Chill. Everyone, please! I'll stay. But let Ambrose go. Let him check on Rose. And we’ll talk in here.” The Alphas exchanged glances. Then, carefully, Ellis released his hostage. And I muttered to the recovering Delta, “Make sure she doesn’t hit again. Make sure Goldie doesn’t come in here.” Ambrose nodded with a grunt and left. “Close the door and lock it.” I looked at Ellis. And as soon as the Alpha did, the other one came for my neck. But I—PHWOOP!—and pounced out
ROSE ‘Ambrose?’ A giant wolf of the blackest night shot out from the side of the window—its blue eyes in the sharpest glow… of anger. ‘Open the fuck up,’ a deep voice growled. As soon as I did, it pounced in and—PHWOOP!—turned into the most gorgeous man in the U.R.T., whose head is almost touching the ceiling of my room. ‘Did I ruin your rendezvous with him?’ He stepped closer. In the glow of the moon, he looked twice as sexy—that damp hair combed back, some loose strands falling carelessly over his angry forehead—those thick brows knitted in fury—the white shirt sticking to his biceps and chest, its collar wide open for me to feast upon the form of his muscles, forcing me to recall the feel of them underneath my fingertips…. ‘Answer me, Rose,’ he demanded in a jealous rage that made my heart flutter like a crazy butterfly. ‘Are you having a secret meeting with Ambrose?’ ‘No.’ I held his gaze. ‘Don’t you dare lie to me.’ He gritted his teeth. ‘I’ve warned you… if you e
ROSE He pulled out slowly—a little—then slammed in. ‘Mmm!’ I turned and saw my desk before my eyes shut, squeezing so tight that they were starting to tear. ‘Open your eyes, Rose….’ coaxed that deep voice, strained with bliss. I can’t! If I do, I’ll scream, for sure. And Joy will know that you’re here, and you’re in my bed, and everything will be—-FUCKED! He rammed into me again, hard and strong, hitting that delightful spot. Strong sensations coursed through me, tightening my muscles, lifting my thoughts. ‘Mmph!’ My moan could no longer be stifled. ‘Open your eyes. I want to look into them when you come….’ Why? He spread my knees wider and sank in deeper, rubbing against my insides, making me feel even more, and my eyes flew open. In the dimness of the room, his eyes were glowing like glow sticks, only they were blue. Deep, passionate blue. And they were fixed on my face. His strong chest grazed mine and he pinned my hands above my head and drove in another inch. ‘
ROSE I stared at my reflection in the mirror. This is the fifth day since I left the penthouse. I haven't returned there since then. Haven't seen Goldie Sparks. The swell in my cheek had long subsided. But I couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyday I wondered what she would be doing with Rum. All those hours that she's been hovering around him like a fly. What do they do to pass time? And every night, when Rum appeared before me, in my room, I got my answers. 'I slept. Or at least that's what I made her think I was doing.' 'Had lunch with her. Then she read some stuff to me. I think it's the script of the movie I was in. I nearly died. She said we would reenact some of the scenes if I weren't on bedrest.' 'She sat beside me and we chatted a little.' It was always him pretending to sleep. So did she watch him while he slept? She watched him for the whole day?! That's fucking weird. I should be satisfied. But I wasn't. I don't like him spending all those hours with
ROSE I sank my teeth hard into his shoulders as a powerful one jolted through me, my muscles gripped by intense bliss. A deep voice grunted in pleasure, and then scorching lips grazed the side of my neck. 'Love that, don't you?' 'Mmm….' Was all I could managed. I could hardly open my eyes and breathe at the same time. His face hovered above mine, grinning smugly at me. 'That was the hardest squeeze, cub.' He captured my lips for a thorough kiss. When he pulled back, he was huge again inside me. 'Rum…!' I hissed, shaking my head. 'Gotta blame your body, Rose.' He pushed at the back of my knees, spreading me wider to sink deeper. Those blue eyes bore through mine. 'I can't get enough of it.' New sensation sizzled through me. I clutched him closer. 'So warm and nice…,' he growled. Then, he slid out and slammed in. I gasped into his ear. 'That's a lovely sound….' He repeated the same motion and a stronger shudder coursed through me. ‘Give me another one, Rose….’ And h
ROSE Rum's not here— it's already one in the morning—he's usually here by midnight—or slightly after—where's he? Did he finally get sick of my tantrums? He's decided to cut me loose. Phone. Messages. My fingers were shaking as they moved across the screen. Blood was rushing the messaging app to come up quick. Please. Please don't fire me. Please, let there be no text from Dan. Thank God. Nothing from him. None from Michael. Nor Rum. I finally exhaled. I could feel my body again. I returned to staring at the window—the opening that has become Rum's personal door to my room. Is he not coming tonight? He must still be mad. But so am I! Why did he bring up Goldie Sparks? Did he think it would appease me? No, it won't! I'll keep thinking about them, whether they're holding hands, kissing, or worse, rolling about naked in bed—. Jesus Christ…. Get a grip of yourself, Rose! Didn't Rum made a pact with you? As long as you don't sleep with any other guy, he won't sleep with that
ROSE He looked at me like I’ve got a point so my confidence shot up. I leaned forward, my face coming to an inch from his, and I said, ‘It’s brilliant, right?’ Then, I felt two large warm palms just above each of my knees. I looked down—. ‘Don’t.’ He breathed. ‘Don’t look away from me.’ Something in his voice tugged at me. I jerked up my face and his eyes held mine when he whispered, ‘We’ll do it. But with one condition.’ I could almost guess what it was. ‘You can’t be alone with Ambrose.’ He searched my face for a hint of betrayal. I’m sure he’d find none. How do I make him believe it without breaking the contract? And of all people—werewolves included—why Ambrose? Why didn’t he think that I might actually fall for him? Right. Because he doesn't want me to fall for him. This is so messed up. I sighed and began my impromptu explanation, ‘Whenever I’m alone with Ambrose—.’ ‘Fuck.’ He turned away. ‘I don’t want to hear it.’ I grabbed his face and pressed my forehea