Chapter Nineteen

DPOV

She's going to be the death of me.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to die.

She's going to kill me.

I've accepted the fact, and I'm going to die a happy man.

I know that I'm supposed to be keeping my eyes trained on Princess Dragomir and her surroundings, but I can't keep my eyes off Rose. Every time I look at her, all I see is that dress. I knew I should never have picked the dress up, never should have shown it to her.

I really was trying to keep a handle on my inner wolf, but he was ravenous after seeing her in that dress, and the way her ass looked in those heels made him fight harder.

So, yes. I'm a dead man walking.

I was dreading lunch. Well, not lunch exactly, but having lunch would mean we were a step closer to seeing her in next to nothing. I had every intention of keeping my promise to Alberta. I didn't want to start a physical relationship with Rose until she was eighteen. Even with Alberta's approval of our relationship, I knew there was no way I would feel comfortable with