Rosari’e

Chapter 8:feelings overtake me

Rosari’e’s POV

I stood just behind the office door, my arms crossed, watching Iris pace like a predator stalking her prey. What was she muttering to herself? My best friend… what on earth was she thinking?

“Iris… are you okay?” I said sharply, gripping her arm and turning her to face me.

Startled, she blinked, almost as if she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. But she recovered quickly, her expression sliding back into careful neutrality.

“Yeah… I’m okay,” she said. “Just tired from the battle.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you sure? And… who are you planning to kill?”

Iris fell silent, her lips pressing into a thin line. Her hesitation was enough to make my teeth grind.

I rubbed my temple, trying to shake off the unease. “Look, Iris. I know you don’t like that I brought a man here,” I said, voice low but firm. “But you don’t have to kill him… yet. He could be useful for us. We can interrogate him, even torture him if we must, to get information.”

I placed my hands on her shoulders, squeezing just enough to anchor her. “Just give me a week. One week. That’s all I ask.”

I turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, frozen and silent.

My own thoughts raced faster than my steps. Heart hammering, a strange heat in my chest that had nothing to do with the battle. What’s wrong with me?

The corridor was quiet now, except for faint murmurs from my Omega guard as she threatened the prisoner inside his room. My steps slowed as I approached the door. A part of me wanted to stop, wanted to turn back—but some invisible force drove me forward.

I braced myself, hand tightening around the doorknob. My wolf rose inside me, restless, alert. I swung the door open.

The sight hit me like a punch to the chest.

He lay there, semi-naked, pale and bruised, surrounded by my warriors, who stood like statues of judgment. My breath caught. My wolf growled, protective, instinctive, but I forced myself to steady.

“Out!” I barked, voice sharp, slicing through the tension. One by one, my warriors retreated, eyes wary but obedient.

As the door clicked shut behind them, leaving only him and me, a surge of something unfamiliar washed over me—jealousy, confusion, heat.

What was happening to me?

I forced my jaw to unclench, the Alpha in me roaring to the surface. This man was a mystery, a possible threat, a stranger. And yet… my wolf, my instincts, my heart—they all whispered the same thing: He is mine.