Chapter 3: Her excape
Rolan walked into the house after a long day at the office. The servants working in the house greeted him. Rolan just nodded in response to their greetings, shifting his attention from them and walking upstairs to the bathroom he and Rose shared.
As the door opened with his push, Rolan surveyed the room, finding it empty. There was no sign of her, so he went to the bathroom, opening the door, but Rose still wasn't there. Only her scent lingered in the bathroom.
Rolan's emotions snapped immediately upon not finding Rose inside the room. He turned around to the door of the room, staring at the maid who was standing there.
"Where is Rose?" His voice was sharp and cold as he asked. The look in his eyes made the servant feel fear in her body. The servant trembled, barely able to respond.
"Madam left in the afternoon," she informed, choking on her words. Her arms and legs were shaking with fright. The alpha was extra angry today. Although every day he had anger issues, today he seemed really furious and was asking about the madam.
He had never been worried about the madam. The maid's thoughts ran in confusion, biting her lips, not wanting Rolan to know what she was thinking in her heart.
"Is she back?" Rolan growled, trying to keep himself calm. He didn't like Rose. He didn't know why, but since the afternoon, he had been having a bad feeling, as if he was going to lose something very important.
Rose wasn't important to him, and neither did he love her. There was no way he was going to love a woman who plotted against him, tying him in a bond with her. But he couldn't stop his instincts from bringing him home, wanting to find out what was going on, and now the servants were telling him that Rose wasn't around.
His blood boiled at the thought. Rose never went out late; she was reserved, always obediently waiting for him at home or coming to give him his afternoon meal. He had waited for her, but she didn't come.
"We don't know yet, Alpha, if she's back or not," The maid stammered, trying to compose herself and not wanting to meet his gaze.
"Useless! Is that how you look after your mistress?" Rolan roared, pointing his finger at the servants. He didn't want to believe it, but the alarm bells in his heart were growing louder and louder.