Rose watched as a flustered alpha sat on the bed, “Would you like to talk, watch a movie,” he motioned to the T.V, “or I can leave you alone to rest.” His face looked like if he would be upset if she said she wanted to be alone which secretly made her happy.
She quickly scribbled something on the pad and showed it to him, she wanted him to stay. When she first saw him in the doorway, her breath caught in her throat. The groan had frightened her, thinking he was annoyed that she, a lowly slave, had borrowed his clothes. But no matter now, even now as he smiled at the note and then at her, he looked beautiful.
His thick black hair was shaggy on his head, eyes the color of the sky, the stubble on his chin made his features more rugged. When standing he stood at least a foot higher than her
