*Rosalind*
I think I can become accustomed to his strong arms holding me, to his carrying me where he wants me to be. The thought angers me. I haven't needed anyone since I ran away from my father when I was seventeen. I haven't exactly been on my own, but I am the one responsible for the others. They are with me because they believe in me, because I am the one willing to do anything to see them all safe.
Isn't that the reason I am now in the Alpha's bedchamber as he slowly lowers my feet to the carpeted floor?
It has to be the reason, the only reason. I won't allow it to be more, to think that perhaps a week with me won't be enough for him. That something grand could come from something steeped in retribution.
I will leave here with memories only. I know that. He will not give me any
