Chapter 125

Rosalie's POV

The Alpha is unaware of the fact that I've grown resistant to this potion.

My body has defended itself against many of its effects after it has entered my system.

I grin, stare intently at the man's face, and purposefully cram as much lobster meat as possible into my lips. I lick my lips in delight and chew lustfully while closing my eyes.

"It tastes really good. I have to give the chef my compliments. I need the waitress to relay my message, where is she?" I turn to face the woman, who is observing me from a corner. She is undoubtedly collaborating with this pathetic Alpha.

She grudgingly moves closer when I gesture for her to.

"Could you please let the chef know how much I appreciate the quality of the food, Miss?" I quip cynically, "He did a fantastic job making this dish." She looks at me in silence, clearly surprised and perhaps anticipating a different answer.

"How are you feeling right now? No weakness?"