IRENE'S POV
When I opened my eyes again, I saw her—the female Rogue—standing near the door, arms crossed. Her sharp gaze softened slightly when she noticed me stirring. My body still ached from being knocked out, but I forced myself to sit up.
"Finally awake," she muttered, almost teasingly. "How was your nap?"
I scoffed, brushing off the remark. “You think this is a joke?”
She didn’t respond, just looked at me with that same half-amused expression.
I took a deep breath. I needed her on my side. My mind raced, trying to think of how to break through her rough exterior.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, trying to sound firm but not desperate.
Her gaze flicked to my belly for just a second, but I caught it. I couldn’t ignore the unease in her eyes.
“We were sent for Alpha Miles’ Luna,” she said coldly. “You know who that is.”