Chapter 43 Night Ceremony

Whoever had remade the bed had put a bunch of white decorative pillows on it. Rosette crawled up and started to toss them off. Against the white linen, she looked filthy. Her knees were grass-stained. The rest of her was scuffed and dirty. She shuddered at how bad her hair must look, probably full of twigs and knotted.

"Okay, bed in a minute," she told Kyle, heading off the other side for the bathroom, "I'm showering."

"I like the way you smell as you are now," he said, moving to stand in her way. "I don't want you to bathe."

Breathing deep, Rosette held onto her temper. The obsession with how she smelled was so annoying, and the arrogant bossy Alpha routine really got under her skin.

"Compromise with me, Kyle. I have no intention of climbing into that beautiful clean bed as dirty as I am right now," she said, watching his eyes.

They stood in a deadlock for several moments before he relented.

"They could have just washed the sheets," he told