Too Late To Regret, My Alphas Chapter 12: Who Changed Her Clothes

Rosalie:

The mont those words left Eiden’s lips, my heartbeat spiked so violently that the monitor beside the bed imdiately started beeping loudly, startling both of us.

I froze in horror.

Oh Goddess.

Eiden’s brows pulled together instantly as he looked toward the monitor before his gaze returned to and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"N-Nothing." The response ca out far too quickly. Which only made sound guiltier.

Heat rushed straight into my face as I tried desperately to calm my breathing, but unfortunately my body seed determined to embarrass further. My pulse kept racing uncontrollably while horrifying thoughts continued attacking my exhausted brain.

He lived alone, which ant - no, absolutely not!

I swallowed hard and looked away, ntally scolding myself for even thinking about it. But the more I tried not to think about it, the more aware I beca of the soft pastel-green clothes covering . The clothes soone had definitely changed into.

My face grew hotter, and the monitor beeped even louder.

Eiden looked genuinely concerned now. "Rosalie." His voice softened slightly. "You are alarming the machines."

"I’m fine," I muttered weakly, which convinced absolutely no one. Unfortunately, there was no escape anymore. I had already thought about it, and now I needed to know.

It took nearly a full minute to gather enough courage to finally ask, "...Who changed my clothes?"

The question ca out so quiet I almost hoped he hadn’t heard it. But of course he did.

Silence followed instantly. The only sound left in the room was the steady beeping of the monitor beside , though thankfully it had started slowing slightly now. Unable to handle the silence, I slowly looked back up, and caught him watching with a faint curve on his lips, like he was trying very hard not to smile.

The mont our eyes t, he imdiately schooled his expression into calm professionalism again before lightly clearing his throat. "Though I live alone," he replied smoothly, "I do have househelp."

Relief crashed through so fast my entire body physically relaxed.

"She’s the one who changed your clothes."

"Oh." The sound escaped embarrassingly fast. Eiden definitely noticed. I knew he did. But thankfully, he chose not to tease about it.

And honestly, I sohow knew he wasn’t lying. Even though I hadn’t seen anyone else in the house until now, sothing about him made it difficult to imagine him lying over sothing so small.

Still, that faint almost-smile from earlier lingered suspiciously in my mory. But I decided not to think about it. Mostly for my own dignity.

Eiden finished checking the rest of my injuries afterward, his fingers moving carefully and efficiently as he examined my ribs one last ti.

"You have healed remarkably well," he inford calmly. "There’s still slight inflammation around so injuries, so you may feel lingering aches for another day, but overall your condition has stabilized." His blue eyes lifted briefly toward mine. "Your body recovered faster than expected."

I blinked slightly at that. Maybe it really was because of his abilities. Because there was absolutely no way my weak wolf had suddenly beco miraculous overnight.

"You are still physically weak, though," he continued. "You haven’t eaten anything in days, and your body has been under severe strain. You need food."

Almost on cue, a knock sounded at the door. Eiden glanced toward it and called softly, "Co in."

The door opened imdiately afterward, revealing a young girl who looked around sixteen or seventeen at most. She stepped inside carrying a bright softness that sohow instantly changed the atmosphere of the room.

She was cute. Not breathtakingly beautiful like Charlotte or elegantly striking like Eiden, but adorable in a very warm and lively way. Her dark curls were tied into a ssy braid, and her eyes brightened imdiately when they landed on .

"Oh! You are awake!" She smiled warmly as she approached the bed. "Hi, I’m Aria."

There was sothing naturally cheerful about her that imdiately eased part of my awkwardness.

"Hello," I replied softly.

Aria then turned toward Eiden. "Are you leaving for the pack house now?"

Pack house?

I noticed Eiden nod slightly.

"Yes."

Then he gestured lightly toward the girl. "This is Aria," he told . "The househelp I ntioned earlier."

Right. Instantly, the last traces of earlier embarrassnt finally disappeared from my mind completely.

Eiden continued calmly, "She’ll help you with a bath and make sure you eat sothing afterward. You also need to take your dicine."

Aria saluted dramatically. "Understood."

A faint trace of amusent crossed Eiden’s face before he added, "And keep an eye on her while I’m gone."

"I always do," Aria replied proudly.

Gone? I looked toward Eiden instinctively. He was leaving? For so reason, the realization created a strange little discomfort inside my chest. But before I could think further about it, Eiden crouched near the bed and started collecting the shattered glass pieces from earlier using tissues.

I stared at him in surprise.

A man like him... crouching on the floor cleaning broken glass himself... the image felt strangely unreal. Especially because he did it so naturally. There was no annoyance, no complaints. Nothing.

Once he finished, he stood again and looked toward and said, "Take care of yourself, Rosalie."

My na in his voice made that stupid flutter return to my chest instantly.

"I’ll return before nightfall."

And then, he walked out of the room.