Chapter 19. Tristan Is a Wild Man

Rose

Nervous anticipation fills me as I wait for Tristan to arrive. Unlike last night with Mark, there’s no dinner. There’ll be no walk in the garden or anything romantic. He’s just coming to my room.

To fuck me.

It isn’t my choice for it to be this way, but Vienna informed me that this is the way it’s going to be this time. Earlier, when she was getting me ready, she’d said, “Alpha Tristan sent a message earlier, while you were napping, that he’d be here around seven. He said for his ‘little flower’ to be ready for him.

Little flower… that is his nickname for me. I like it. I think it’s a little old-fashioned, but nothing else about the broad-shouldered, muscular man screams traditional.

Now, I am sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a light pink negligee under a matching silk robe, waiting for a knock on my door.

My heart is beating out of my chest.

Candlelight is all that illuminates my room–that and a few stray rays o