*Rosalind*
With affection.
I read the note again, then stare at two dozen roses that had been delivered in an exquisite crystal vase that Riverdale must have purchased separately. Surely flowers are not normally delivered in something so fine.
I have told him I require affection, yet I cannot help but believe that he is mocking me, although why would he risk upsetting me when he is striving to entice me into his bed? Reaching out, I feather my fingers over one of the red petals.
“I don’t trust a man who sends flowers," Sally says.
I huff lightly. “Only because Merrick has never sent you any."
“Why would I?" he asks. “She knows I love her."
“Sometimes a she-wolf just likes to be reminded,” I say.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “There’s better ways to remind her."
“This Alpha i
