Alpha's Gifted Mate

"Chris," the man addressed, lifting his gaze to meet his mate's and beta's eyes. In that moment, he comprehended the situation. Without hesitation, the man behind Isabelle stepped outside, closing the door softly behind him. Rising, he approached her, gently grasping her chin. "My love, do you really wish to venture out and risk being taken by those men? They could exploit you, sell you to a brothel, you know. Can't you see that I'm only trying to protect you? Why can't you stay here in peace?" Isabelle looked up at him, defiance shining in her eyes. Her audacity caught him off guard, as though even her boldness was a natural response to their connection. "What's the point of this life? At least out there, I wouldn't feel like a囚犯. I despise this place, it suffocates me. There's no companionship, no communication – not even a phone. And you, yes, you treat me like a contagion, afraid to touch me. As if I were a plague. But know this, I'm content with your behavior. But just let me live my regular life, can't I have that?" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Overwhelmed by her emotions, Chris, unable to bear her pain, removed his hands from her chin and pulled her into a comforting embrace. After a struggle, she eventually quietened, letting out sobs into his chest. "I'll allow you to leave. I'll give you my phone for now. Please, stop crying," he whispered, his voice barely holding together. He reached for his table, retrieving his phone and placing it gently in her pocket.