Rose shrank back into the deep leather cushions of the sofa, her breath catching in her throat as Ace’s massive frame completely blocked out the light of the cabin. The air between them was thick with the scent of rain, pine, and the terrifying, oppressive weight of his Alpha aura.
Her mind scrambled for a logical defense, but her brain had no answers for the chaos unfolding inside her own body. How did Aunt Mira know what was happening to her? What had she told him?
"I don't know what you're talking about," Rose whispered, forcing her voice to remain steady despite the violent pounding of her heart. "My aunt is grieving, Ace. She’s traumatized because you dragged me out of her clinic like a criminal. She’s just trying to scare you into letting me go."
Ace didn't blink. He leaned
