Irene:
“No.” I press my lips into a thin frown, staring at the Omega. “I can’t move to his room.” I shake my head, frowning deeply; why in the hell would Enrique make such an offer while I was asleep? So hell, forgive me if I woke up in my empty bedroom, and then the order that Enrique says that I should move to his room.
“That was his order, Queen Irene.” I still cringe whenever someone refers to me as ‘queen’, maybe it’s because people don’t call me with respect in my old pack, anytime I hear it, it makes the inside of my stomach churn.
I dismiss her, staring around the living room. The arts charity event is still going on since Enrique brought me home early. I sigh, picking up the cup of tea and taking a sip, anytime I remember what Dante did, my heart escalates in fear. He was contr
