Chapter 390: Observing
I have questioned myself a million times since I walked back to the mansion with her. Even now as I stared at her sleeping form on my bed.
How did this happen?
Why didn’t I take her back to the guest room and have her locked and caged? Why did I bring her to the comfort of my suite? I let no one in. Not even Isabella has ever come into my room, the Alpha’s suites are off-limits and I do my meetings in my office. I cherish my space more than anything and the irritating urge to find someone in my space is unnerving to the point I feel like ripping things apart.
Then why is she here? On my bed looking sinfully beautiful without even trying, her dark strawberry blond hair spread out on my pillows, her body still like the dead but the only thing giving way was the slow rise of her chest, her hands locked to her side and her head slightly tilted with no peace in her features, she wears a frown and I begin to wonder what she’s dreaming about.
I let my mind linger on what happened, the panic attacks. I knew panic attacks happen when something unexpected occurs that deals with fear or when someone deals with trauma.
Does she have trauma?
And why was it triggered when Sherman came? Her eyes never left that spot, not until I gripped her jaw to look at me instead. She doesn’t know the guy... but yet again that familiarity was in her eyes.
She knew him.
How?
Someone who wasn’t in the country to begin with until she showed up on our radar. And surely if she had been here before there was no way I would miss her presence not with that intoxicating scent of hers that allures even the most dominant attention. Her scent and aura felt like a beacon. I might not have realized it until now but it felt like the moment I brought her back to Juneau there seemed to be a taut air lately or maybe I was just paying too much attention.
Obviously, everyone in the mansion is on high alert because of the vampire in the house.