The Alpha's Unwanted Plus-Size Bride
he growled, the vibration of his voice rattling the glass windows.
Rowan stepped forward instantly, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression painted with profound guilt. "High Alpha... it was entirely my fault. I was showing Elowen the winter roses, and she lost her footing on the courtyard ice near the basin. I should have held her arm. I am deeply, deeply sorry."
Caelan didn't even look at Rowan. He strode across the room, his massive frame towering over the bed as he looked down at me. "Elowen," he commanded softly, his golden eyes searching mine with fierce intensity. "Tell me."