The Alpha’s Country House. Ruslan’s Bedroom
Polina was very pale. When she turned onto her back, she brushed against her injured arm and winced in pain. Ruslan sat down beside her and gently stroked her cheek.
Why did it all turn out like this? Couldn’t you have just come to me right away? I would have agreed to any conditions. Why did it have to go this far? — he thought as he waited for her to wake. The man watched her without looking away. Polina opened her eyes and cautiously looked around.
"Where am I?" — Polya whispered. She held her breath, barely focusing her gaze on the man sitting beside her.
"Home, baby," — Ruslan answered. — "You’re home now."
"Why did you bring me here?" — she asked quietly. Tears threatened to spill. He hadn’t killed her — he had simply taken her. Now sh
