There's only the two of us having lunch in the dining room. I struggle to take my eyes off Rosalie, who is seated at the head of the table next to Alpha Derrick. Her smile has vanished from her mouth, leaving her face taut. Frantically, the Alpha tries to ease her into her surroundings. At the first chance he touches her, places the dishes on her plate, and puts the spoon to her lips. Rosalie is obviously tired of the man, but she takes care not to enrage him.
"My darling, Fred and I will be working for a few hours." The Alpha abruptly gestures, "I advise you and Zeila go to the beauty salon in the pack to get pampered and we'll taken care of." Alfred has been assigned to go with you. Because the pack doesn't know you yet, bad things could happen."
Rosalie nods, but her gaze stays fixed
