Chapter 105

• Rose’s POV
• I didn’t know for how long I had been drifting in that strange darkness, but when I finally surfaced back into consciousness, the muffled voices around me sharpened into an argument. My father’s voice—deep, edged with fury—filled the room. My eyes fluttered open, vision hazy, and I realized I was lying in my own bed, the morning sunlight spilling through the window, painting warm streaks across the wooden floor. The air was tense, heavy with something more than just words.
• “You said you took her where?” my father’s voice thundered, the Alpha in him resonating with raw command.