Elizabeth's POV.
Alpha Tyson's command when we got into our room was precise and clear. "Sit, Elizabeth."
He sounded upset but at the same time calm.
His voice was firm but not unkind, and it sent a shiver of anxiety down my spine.
“Yes alpha,” I said, unsure of if I was to call him and pet names or his title.
I moved to the plush armchair across from him and sat, trying to calm the nervous fluttering in my chest. Tyson settled beside me on the sofa, his imposing presence filling the room.
He turned to face me, his expression serious. "Why did you go against my rule and visit Rose in the dungeon?" he asked.
I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I was confused," I admitted. "About what was happening between us. I needed someone to talk to, and Rose is my best friend
