I have questioned myself a million times since I walked back to the mansion with her. Even now as I stared at her sleeping form on my bed.
How did this happen?
Why didn't I take her back to the guest room and have her locked and caged? Why did I bring her to the comfort of my suite? I let no one in. Not even Isabella has ever come into my room, the Alpha's suites are off-limits and I do my meetings in my office. I cherish my space more than anything and the irritating urge to find someone in my space is unnerving to the point I feel like ripping things apart.
Then why is she here? On my bed looking sinfully beautiful without even trying, her dark strawberry blond hair spread out on my pillows, her body still like the dead but the only thing giving way was the slow rise of her chest, her hands locked to her side and her head slightly tilted with no peace in her features, she wears a frown and I begin to wonder what she's dreaming about.
