ROSETTE’S POV
My cheeks burned so hot I thought I might spontaneously combust.
How did he know? Who had told him? There was no way he could possibly have access to that information unless he—
I grabbed my phone, ready to tell him exactly where he could shove his red lingerie, but a text was already waiting.
‘Charity gala tonight. I’ll pick you up at 7. Wear something that makes you feel powerful.’
My fingers flew across the screen.
‘I didn’t agree to tonight.’
His response came within seconds.
‘Thirty days starts now, Little Alpha. Unless you want to forfeit?’
I glared at my phone, my jaw clenching so hard it hurt.
‘I’m not forfeiting. I’m pointing out that you don’t get to dictate my schedule.’
‘And yet you’re already thinking about what to wear. Stop frowning—it doesn’t suit t
