ROSANNE
ONE MONTH LATER
The pack was quiet, Mikhail had tricked me— us, played Henry right where he needed him.
I had expected him to kill Henry, but instead, he had surprised us, given him a chance to live, but as a prisoner to his rule.
The door opened, I didn’t need to look back, and his scent had filled the room, “What do you want?”
My body trembled, and his voice still sent shivers down my spine. I hated it, but couldn’t fight against it.
“You,” he said in a calm tone, sounding nothing like the man who had made himself a judge in my land.
I snickered, “Mikhail, we both know that you don’t want me. You just love the power you once had over me,” I hissed.
“Rosanne…”
“No, I have been patient for so long. Each time you had twisted my hand, broken my heart. I can’t… I can’t let you play this game,”
“What if I told you that it wasn’t a game?” he said, moving closer to where I stood.
I was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of the anger just tired of literally everything.
Mikhail was smoot
