Rose’s Point of View Continued
"Evening, Fredrick. Are you feeling alright?" I asked, noticing the furrow in his brow as he stared into the distance. He seemed to snap out of it, tilting his head to meet my gaze.
"Yeah, just… deep in thought," he replied after a pause, his tone guarded.
Fredrick stood a few inches shorter than my betas, though his powerful build strained against the fabric of his clothes. His military-cut, strawberry blonde hair and chiseled features were unmistakably attractive, a fact I used to find charming. There was a time when I had been swept up in the idea of loving him—until he turned his back on me. Now, that warmth had hardened into resentment. Even my wolf, Celeste, once drawn to him, felt nothing but cold indifference. Perhaps the pull of the mate bond was
