Bella's POV
Derek stepped forward with that commanding presence that made every conversation feel like a negotiation he intended to win.
"She needs rest after today's exhausting events and those relentless interviews. The car would be more suitable for recovery," he declared, his tone leaving no room for discussion.
Jack's expression shifted from hopeful to uncomfortable as the rejection came not from me but from the alphas who seemed to think they could speak on my behalf.
"Of course, that's completely her choice. I never meant to impose anything on her. If she needs rest, then naturally she should take the car," he responded, though the warmth in his smile began to dim noticeably.
"I'm actually feeling fine," I interrupted sharply, refusing to let them make decisions for me.
