THE WITCH AND HER QUADRUPLET AlPHAS

LOVE LANGUAGE

As Rose returned to Jamie's chambers per his orders, she found herself finally able to process the recent encounter with Dante. Licking her lips slowly, she savored the nerve-wracking sensation that had consumed her just moments ago. It was the closest she had ever been to a man, and the experience was unlike anything she had imagined or experienced before.

Seated at the edge of Jamie's vast bed in his spacious room, she wondered what would have transpired if Jamie hadn't interrupted when he did. But suddenly, the most important question of all popped up in her head; what if she really wanted it?

Slowly twisting her brown, curly hair between her fingers, Rose caught a whiff of Dante's scent lingering on her dress. Drawing the fabric closer to her nose, she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes to savor every trace of him.

"Of course you wanted it desperately, Rose, more than anything else in this damned world, even though you know he's nothing but a scumbag," she murmured to herself. "I'm cursed to a life of torment and suffering with no glimpse of redemption."

A solitary tear trickled down her cheek as she entertained thoughts of ending her misery. "Maybe I should just take my life and end all this once and for all, or I should have at least been left to rot in that ugly prison," she thought to herself.

"Where is she?!" Jamie's furious voice echoed through the room as he burst in, scanning for Rose. Spotting her lost in thought on his bed, his initial disdain shifted to that of surprise.

"And who said you could sit on my bed, you filthy w***e?" Jamie's eyes narrowed with disgust as he stared solemnly at her.

His words jolted Rose back to reality, prompting her to rise from the bed and retreat to a safe distance, her gaze mirroring his anger and revulsion.

For a tense moment, they stood facing each other angrily in Jamie's finely polished room which was glittering white and gold, filled with various luxurious furniture but yet designed to look very simple.

With each second Jamie and Rose stood staring at each other, the atmosphere felt heavy with unspoken tension and it was only a matter of time before either of them was going to lose it and start pouring out detrimental words of propounding insults.

"So it's true, what Lamar had said, you're just a b***h that goes around sleeping with anyone", Jamie spat, with his superseding feeling of anger now mixed with a pinch of disappointment.

Perplexed, Rose's anger subsided, replaced by a calm resolve. "Why does everyone here care so much about what I do with my life?" She approached Jamie, unafraid of his wrath. "First Lamar, and now you?" She waited, daring him to respond.

As Jamie grappled with her words, he advanced and seized her arm, his grip firm. "Listen to me, you w***e, I'm your fvcking Alpha, and you will show me the utmost respect."

"Let go of me". Rose demanded through gritted teeth, pulling away from his grip. "What happened to 'I'm not like my brother Reece'? Or were those just empty words?" She asked him, slowly rubbing her left hand to ease the pain from his grip. Tears welled in her eyes, a testament to her growing weariness of the constant mistreatment she got from everywhere she went.

"Yes I'm a w***e and I went to seduce your brother and sleep with him in his room with the doors wide open. Yes I'm a w***e, and I sleep with every male servant, yes. Does that make you feel happy now?" Rose's words dripped with defiance as she wiped away her tears. "Can I return to my cleaning duties now, or are you going to throw me back into prison?" She stared at the floor, her discontent palpable.

"Jame... Jamie" A frail voice interrupted from a nearby room, easing the tension between them and then followed by a series of coughs. "Yes, father," Jamie responded, his demeanor shifting as he entered the adjoining nursing room through the door which was at the right end of his room.

Rose hesitated for a moment but eventually chose to go in with him, her gaze sweeping over the room's elegant décor. The room was painted white and with three bunks for patients with a blue door at the end leading to another room. Whilst still observing the room, her attention was drawn to Jamie and the Alpha who was poisoned during his birthday ceremony few days ago.

Desperation and disappointment clouded Jamie's expression as he grasped his father's hand, silently acknowledging his futile efforts to alleviate the old man's suffering. Rose stood by Jamie's side, meeting his eyes filled with despair and resignation.

Without a word to Rose or his ailing father, Jamie abruptly left the room, leaving behind an atmosphere heavy with unresolved tension and unspoken truths.

Despite being angry at Jamie all this while, she felt hurt by his sadness and suddenly began to feel a need to help in anyway she could. Without second thoughts, she drew closer to the Alpha and placed her hands on his eyes.

"Blood through blood"

"Pain through blood, power through blood"

"eque remos grousech louveck!" she screamed.

after uttering those incantations, she took her hands off the Alpha and suddenly, he took a deep breath and his previously dull eyes began to glow sharp red.