The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: 014: Feeding her

~ RONAN ~

The last person I expected to see in Roselle’s room is Mara. Kael growls inwardly when her smell hits us before I even reach the door.

On the bed, Roselle is already sitting up, her face pale and blank, as though Mara had said something rude to her.

I feel my pulse rise, anger surging through me, even though I’m trying to keep it under control.

As much as this entire scenario looks like, "Hey, new mate, this is my mistress," I’m fucking pissed that Mara entered the room without an order from me. What the fuck did she say to her?

"What the fuck are you doing here, Mara?"

I growl, my eyes already turning red. Kael rises to the surface, ready to tear her apart if she dares say anything stupid.

"Nothing, Alpha... I was just welcoming our future Luna to the pack. She’s so pretty," she says, shrugging her shoulders.

Only a fool would buy Mara’s sweet, coy smile. I know how vicious she can be, and trust me, her nothing is never nothing.

I dart my eyes to Roselle. "Are you alright? Did she hurt you?" I ask.

Roselle immediately shakes her head before signing, "No."

My eyes scan her quickly, searching for any possible injury, while Kael sniffs for any fresh blood.

"You need to chill out, Ronan. I didn’t hurt her... I can’t hurt her. How could I hurt our future Luna?" Mara says with a dramatic sigh. "She’s new here, and there’s every possibility she’s going to need help. All I did was offer to help her. Don’t act all growly. You’re going to scare her. She already looks frightened. Calm Kael down."

"Get her out," Kael says flatly.

"This will be the last time I make myself clear, Mara. Stay away from this room, welcoming her or not... now leave."

Mara shrugs, already walking toward the door.

"You didn’t tell me she was a slave. I should have stayed away..."

I growl, and she immediately raises her hands in surrender.

"Fine... fine, I’ll leave. Do have a nice time, Roselle..."

The door closes behind her, leaving the two of us alone in the room. I turn to Roselle. She’s still sitting upright on the bed, her expression almost apologetic.

"I’m sorry about that. And I’m sorry for suddenly leaving your room. I had something urgent to deal with, and she shouldn’t have been here," I say, crossing the distance between us before stopping at a reasonable distance.

Roselle shakes her head slightly and signs, It’s fine.

"It’s not." I hold her gaze. "But it won’t happen again."

She immediately signs again, insisting that it’s fine.

A small sigh escapes me.

"Roselle, you don’t have to pretend everything is fine just to make me feel better."

Before she can sign back, a knock sounds at the door, and Dr. Elias steps inside with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Behind him, one of his nurses follows, an equipment bag in hand.

"Good morning, Alpha. I checked on her earlier, but she was still asleep. I didn’t want to wake her," Elias explains with a respectful bow.

He then turns his attention to Roselle and offers her a warm greeting.

Roselle immediately replies with a sign, and he nods in understanding.

Elias nods at me. "She’s looking better than yesterday already. Her color has improved slightly."

He moves to Roselle’s side, gentle and unhurried as always.

"How are you feeling this morning? Any pain?"

Roselle signs her response. The nurse quietly interprets for Elias, who nods, makes a note, and begins his examination with the same careful requests for permission he used yesterday.

She lets him, even though I know that she’s tensed. I watch the entire thing from my spot near the window.

When Elias finishes, he gives me a brief nod that says nothing alarming, we’ll talk properly later. Then he and the nurse slip out of the room.

I clear my throat to say something, but another knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. My eyes dart toward it.

It’s Celeste. I can already catch her scent.

I tell her to come in through the mind link, and a second later the door opens. In her hands is a covered breakfast tray.

Her head bows immediately.

"Good morning, Alpha."

"Good morning, my Lady," Celeste says with a bright smile, moving straight to the side table with the confidence of someone who has already decided Roselle is worth fussing over. She sets down the tray and begins arranging everything with her particular brand of cheerful precision. When she’s finished, she glances at me.

"Will you be joining us, Alpha?"

I pull a chair up beside the bed before answering.

"Yes."

She efficiently sets out a second place setting, gives Roselle one more warm smile, and then excuses herself.

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