The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: 002: Unexpected Protector

~ ROSELLE ~

You know that moment where Cinderella gets to dance with her prince? Yeah, it feels that way. His cologne of vanilla and chocolate fills my nose... But oh well, I shouldn’t be dreaming, because he’s only going to look at me the same when he finds out I’m nothing but a mute.

"You smell different..." he mutters, eyes never leaving mine. If anything, they seem to stare straight into my soul as though they can see through every layer...

"You should be careful..." he says finally, before letting me down... I’ve never felt so short until this very moment. With a height that towers over me, broad shoulders, thick black hair, well-defined jaw. He’s dressed ever so casually... And I know he’s not one of the guards, because they’ll be in uniform, and he’s definitely not.

He bows gently, and then suddenly leaves me standing alone to think and try to solve the mystery of who he is... He bows, which actually means he must have known that I’m the princess.

My gaze trails after him as he leaves. I steady my stance, grabbing my gown as I keep walking, my destination to meet Warren.

He’s in his office when I get inside. He stands right in front of me, those cold looks filled with hatred staring back at me, when I was younger, I kept thinking I was misreading it, that maybe I just didn’t understand what love looked like yet. I understand now. That look has a name, and it’s called disgust.

"What’s going on?" I sign, even though I know I’m not supposed to talk to him. I’m more concerned about the pack and why Alpha Ronan is at the pack.

"Close the door," he says flatly.

I walk back to the door, closing it properly even though my hands are still trembling slightly from meeting that strange guy on the stairs. I press my palms together and sign again carefully.

"What’s happening? Why is Alpha Ronan here?"

Warren watches my hands move with the same expression someone wears when a fly won’t stop buzzing near their ear.

"Stop that." He doesn’t even look at what I’m signing. "I told you about doing that in front of me."

I lower my hands. That’s it... he doesn’t want to hear me talk, even with the little effort I try to make with the signals from my hands, it’s irritating, he doesn’t want to hear it.

Warren moves to his desk, straightening papers that don’t need straightening. It’s something he does when he’s about to say something he knows is going to land badly. I’ve learned his tells the same way prey learns a predator’s habits.

"You look terrible," he says, glancing up briefly. "They should have done better with your hair."

I stare at him.

He straightens his cuffs, but doesn’t meet my eyes.

"Alpha Ronan is here on pack business." A pause. " Which is specifically... you."

My stomach drops.

I sign again, even though I know he doesn’t want me to. "Me? What does he want with me?"

"What do you think he wants?" Warren finally looks at me then, and I wish he hadn’t. Because that look is the one I know best. The one that says I am a problem he has finally found a solution for. "You’re going to be his bride."

The words land in the room like something dropped from a great height.

His bride.

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