Rosalie‘s POV** All of sudden, the body weight on me was lifted, and my wrists were released. Almost at the same time, a soft blanket was thrown over my body. I snapped my eyes open in disbelief. He stopped. Why? My gaze went to his face as he propped himself up on the bed. His expression seemed distant, and maybe a little concerned—I wasn‘t sure. Then I watched as he pulled back and pick up his dlothes. I could see the broadness of his back, the curves and firmness of every muscle. There was nothing but power radiating off of him. He was the largest, yet finest man I had ever seen. As he buttoned his shirt, I realized what a coward I was. I had ruined it… No, I couldn‘t fail this task. I couldn‘t disappoint him. I had to do this! If I didn‘t, what would happen to my pack, my father… and me? Panic rose in me. I got up as quickly as I could and grabbed the bottom edge of his shirt before he got the chance to tuck it back in. I couldn‘t let him leave. I had to complete my task! “Please…don‘t leave,” I pleaded in fear. I couldn‘t allow him to go and be the executioner for my pack. Too many innocent lives were depending on this! Ethan slowly turned around and faced me. Under his gaze, I felt ashamed of the way I looked in the thin clothing I had been provided. I didn‘t feel like an Alpha‘s daughter, but a slave trying to negotiate with her master. However, I had to try. I had to find courage somewhere. “Please… I can…” He stood there towering over me. The candlelight was behind him, shrouding his face in the dark. I couldn‘t make out his expression, but I couldn‘t imagine that it was anything good. My hands were cold as ice, and as I settled back down on the bed, I couldn‘t help but feel vulnerable toward him. “No,” Ethan replied firmly, causing my heart to sink in my chest. Oh no… what had I done? I ruined everything! It was as if all the strength in my body was sucked away. I had to let go of his shirt. My hands dropped back on the bed, supporting my body in its sitting position. Done… we were all done. My father, my pack, and myself. Neither Ethan nor I said a word for a few seconds, but it felt like centuries. “Gain some weight.”

His voice rang above me, as cold and emotionless as usual.

I widened my eyes. What had he just said? It took me a few moments to process the meaning of his words. I still had a chance! I looked at him with appreciation as he was leaving the room. “Alpha… I…” “You‘re too thin. Gain some weight,” he repeated one more time unexpectedly, and then disappeared through the doorway. For some reason, I sensed the slightest frustration in his tone. Finally, my emotions all rushed back to me. Relief, disappointment, sadness, shame… The pain in my chest gripped my heart, and I let the tears flow freely as I curled myself up into a ball in the blankets on my bed. It hadn‘t been my fear that made him stop. Of course not. Why would a breeder‘s emotion have any effect on the cold–hearted Alpha of Drogomor? Through my tear–filled eyes, I saw the heartless candles burning gradually burning out. The entire room sank into darkness again.copy right hot novel pub