Rainie's POV
My heart felt ice-cold, as if it had been trampled into dust.
This sensation made me tremble lightly. Alexander was looking at me, and he noticed my gaze gradually losing focus.
He seemed somewhat anxious, aware that he had gone too far with his words earlier. He sighed and sat down at the edge of the bed, gently smoothing my disheveled hair, which had become messy from my struggles.
I turned my face away and whispered softly, "You're the alpha here, changing houses is as easy as eating and drinking for you. Besides, why are you afraid of a haunted house? After all, if I die, you won't have any pressure. You might even be happy..."
"Are you feeling better now? Can't you just be quiet?" Alexander's temper began to rise again.
He looked at my tear-stained and haggard face,
