Watching Rosalind go this morning had Onyx just about shredding me from the inside out. It took every ounce of strength I had to hold him back, and mentally; I’m exhausted.My office is stuffy, despite turning down the air conditioning and opening the blinds for a sunny view of the city. Normally, it would calm me, but today, until she’s standing in front of me. A tangible, living, breathing body…. My mind won’t rest.The phone on my desk rings.Ring. Ring. Ring.Despite sitting less than a foot from it, the sound feels as if it is far away.It stops for a brief moment before the ringing begins once more.Ring. Ring.My body moved faster than I could process my thoughts. The crunching of plastic beneath my fingertips was the only warning before everything on my desk was angrily swiped away. Thrown across my office. Papers fluttered to the ground. Glass shattered as it tumbled from my bar cart.By the end of my anger-induced tirade, the office looked as if it had been ransacked.At som
James’ lips pulled slowly into the most magnetic smile I’ve ever seen.My heart raced like an engine on the slow climb up the elevator. I considered taking the stairs to give myself more time to go over exactly what I was going to say, but I’m not sure my heart could take it.The moment James saw my forced smile, his disappeared from his face, “I’ll kill him, Rosalind.”Glancing around, I was thankful no one was hovering close enough to hear those words leave his lips.I forced my feet to move towards him, and the moment I was within arm’s length, James reached out, pulling me into his body. The air left my lungs as he squeezed me against him. With the most featherlike touch, his lips brushed the top of my head, “I’ve been going crazy without you.”“I’m okay physically,” I whispered against his chest. He still held me against with the grip of a man who was terrified to let go. “I’m okay.”His relieved breath tickled the top of my head, and his grip lessened a fraction.“Can we go to y
My phone hasn’t stopped going off all morning. I knew the moment that I’d done that interview there would be a flurry of calls and messages asking what I was thinking.A Red giving an exclusive interview that didn’t paint them in the basking glow of perfection.My mother has heeded James’ warning… until today.Her name illuminates my screen for the fourth time this morning. She hasn’t left any messages yet, which I’m grateful for. She refuses to allow me to ignore her by leaving whatever she has to say in a message.My group chat thread pops up with a message from Chris.I hesitate, inching my hand towards my phone, before pulling it away and ignoring the message. That only lasts a moment before I snatch the phone from the counter.Chris has been the only one who never judged me for my shortcomings. He was the rebel of the family, but we haven’t spoken in weeks, and I wondered if this would be the one thing he wouldn’t forgive. Afterall, he was a Red himself.Chris: ROSEY!!! When did
James led me down to the basement where his music still blared from the speaker in the corner. He quickly scooped up his phone, shutting it off, before holding his finger up, and jogging away.He returned only moments later, carrying the tape that still remained wrapped around his knuckles.“You want me to box with you?”My nerves were standing full attention, watching his face as a faint smile played on his lips. I’ve never been one to enjoy any form of physical activity outside of a leisurely walk. My eyes travel from James’ to the punching bag behind him, and back once more.“Your mind is overthinking this,” he chuckled softly, “I can see it in those pretty, honeyed eyes.”“I’m the furthest thing from athletic you’ll ever meet. Think,” I paused, trying to conjure up the most ridiculous comparison I could. “A slug.”His eyes twinkled with mirth, “A slug, huh?”“Can you imagine a slug trying to hit a punching bag?”James shook his head, but a smile spread on his face as he imagined t
Have you ever placed a pot of water on the stove and turned it up to the highest setting? A first, the bubbles appear at the bottom. Then, one by one, they begin to roll to the surface. But you leave the pot on the stove for just a little too long, and eventually… Those bubbles get out of control, and it boils over the edge, spilling onto the surrounding areas.That’s how I feel right now.I’ve allowed the anger to simmer for years, and I thought I had a handle on it. I thought I could control it. Maybe even ignore it and it would just remain simmering forever.But as my head lays against the bag and tears stream down my face…. I realize how foolish I’ve been. Anger doesn’t work like that. Pain doesn’t either. Eventually, the build up will boil over, and you’re left with the intense drained feeling that I’m experiencing right now.“How do you feel?” James’ voice breaks me from my thoughts.“I’m not sure how to describe it,” I answer honestly. A part of me feels relieved that my pain h
His lips were on mine faster than I could process what was happening. Our tongues danced as breathy moans passed between us.Slowly, I was backed into the padded wall behind me, my back still slick with sweat from the workout. My body stuck to the material as James pressed his body further into mine.His fingers threaded through my hair, quickly sliding the scrunchie from my locks. Long, blonde strands fell across my shoulders as James ran his fingers through the length.“You are so fucking sexy,” he stood back, staring at me while slowly shaking his head back and forth.“I’m makeup free and covered in sweat,” I whisper, suddenly feeling insecure now that his eyes are roaming over my features.“You, Rosalind.” James took a stalking step forward, “Are the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The flush on your cheeks from the workout brings out the freckles that I love so much.” He took another step closer, “The color of your hair reminds me of the rays of sun that peek through t
James wrapped his arms around my body, shielding it from my brother’s view.“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”Panic washed over me at the thought of what my brother just walked in on…. And was Shawn with him?My body began shaking involuntarily, but James’ warm hands found the sides of my face, “Focus, Rosalind. We’re two adults. Husband and wife.”He mumbled something angry under his breath that I knew was meant for Chris.I nodded, closing my eyes and blowing out a breath, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I reacted like that.”James started laughing. It was soft at first before his whole chest shook with the force of his laughter, “Probably because your brother just…. Got a front row view. Actually,” he pointed behind me first, dragging his finger along the wall, “Got about a hundred views of my dick just now.”Heat immediately flushed my cheeks, but I couldn’t fight my own laughter, “My God,” I snorted. “I can hear him now asking where our bleach is.”My hands covered my face as James
Chris stares at me for what feels like a lifetime before his eyes slowly move to James behind me, and then to Shawn on his right.The room fell so silent, you could hear a pin drop. I couldn’t even make out a single breath between the four of us.“Say something,” I whispered, “Please.”No one said anything. Not for another long pause before Chris audibly gulps, “Are you on drugs, baby sis?”“Seriously? That’s all you have to say?”Disappointment twists through my gut at his suggestion. Chris knows me. He knows that I’ve seen him at his lowest, and pulled him from the trenches more times than I can count. Hell, I carried a dose of Narcan in my car for an entire year out of fear for his life….“What else do you want me to say? I feel like that’s more of an acceptable question than ‘Do you need to be evaluated for a mental health crisis’. Fuck,” he mutters the curse under his breath.My fingertips curl into my palms as I move my gaze to Shawn, who is still sitting silently with an unread
“I’ve increased security and will be checking in hourly. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” James held my annoyed stare, knowing that nothing was getting in or out of these walls without him knowing.He held up his hands in mock surrender, “Fine. FINE. I get it,” he stepped towards me, his large frame crowding my space. My butt hit the counter and my crutches fell to the ground. James lifted me with ease and placing me atop the cool, granite countertop. A shiver rolled through my body as the chill seeped into my skin, “I’m allowed to worry about you, you know?”“Worry all you want, but don’t stop letting me live. Please. I’ll be fine and I trust that all of the additional security measures you’ve put in place will keep me extra safe,” I pecked his lips, attempting to pull away quickly, but he grabbed my face, crashing our lips together in a searing kiss.James held me there until we were both breathless, and my chest ached from the lack of oxygen.“The office can wait,” he growled
James assisted me into a house, where the smell of bleach assaulted me the moment I walked through the threshold. A crew of cleaners froze as we walked inside, but a single look from James had them scurrying back to their jobs.The glass had been removed and the blood no longer stained the white porcelain. A new pane of glass shimmered beneath the midday sun, and I found myself frozen as I stared at the picture-perfect home.“It feels weird to see looking how it was before,” I whispered, still feeling the fear of that night swim through my veins. The large floor to ceiling window overlooked the forest in the backyard, and I silently wondered if that fear would multiply once the sun went down and the shadows of the night came out to play.James pressed his lips to my temple, “I replaced the glass from before with something graded to be bullet proof. Nothing will get through those windows again.”A shiver rolled down my spine. Either James replaced the window with bulletproof glass to m
I was finally cleared to go home from the hospital, but I’m not quite sure how to feel about it. On one hand, I missed my bed and the comfort of my own home. On the other, I didn’t know how to feel about being there after the attack.Not to mention my mind has been running in circles since Marina showed up here yesterday.James came shortly after she left, but something seemed off, and I wanted to dissect everything that Marina had said before confronting James about it. But even more confusing was the fact that she’d specifically said a wolf bite, when she shouldn’t have known that small fact.She couldn’t have known that unless she orchestrated it or James had told her about it, but I was leaning towards her orchestrating the attack.“How’s Ahmed?” I glanced up at James as he wheeled me out to the awaiting car.“He’s awake and recovering. I’ve placed him on paid leave and instructed his wife to come to me if they need anything at all,” James’ voice held an edge to it, but I didn’t c
The inside of the house looked like a massacre. Tiny shards of glass decorated the floor like snow. Some of the larger bits were painted with a deep, blackish crimson from the dried blood, and the smell was nauseating.‘These were definitely rogues,’ Onyx spat through gritted teeth, his anger blending with mine the more we assessed the scene.Through it all, I could smell Rosalind’s blood, and the thought of them hurting her while I was off chasing some ignorant lead on Marina made my blood boil with anger. But the anger was directed at myself.I should have been here. I should have been the one to protect her, and Ahmed did his best, but one man against multiple wolves just didn’t succeed.Rainwater had flooded most of the evidence, causing it to spread before drying. The cops wouldn’t be able to pull anything from this mess. Not anything concrete anyways.I’d learned the hard way how easily evidence can be destroyed. If you’re not on the scene within a tiny window of time, your succ
“Rosalind,” Chris shouted, shouldering through a group of nurses who were conveniently gossiping about James. They still couldn’t believe he was married to a woman like me. Sure, I was a doctor, but that wasn’t anything special when the most eligible, billionaire bachelor in Georgia was in the running. He was like a God around here. And me? Well, I was simply an average looking woman who also happened to be a doctor. My status as a Red didn’t mean a damn thing, because I wasn’t a hot man who also happened to have enough money to buy the entire United States and not blink an eye. “What the fuck?” Chris muttered; eyes wide as he stared at my elevated leg. Blood had seeped through the bandages because they couldn’t seal the wound and for someone who doesn’t see this kind of thing on a regular basis, it was pretty disgusting. “Close the curtain,” I whispered, and he did quickly, rushing back to my side.“Was that,” he pointed at my injury, “From one of them.”“We are one of them,” I n
Pure, unfiltered rage didn’t even begin to describe the poisonous feeling flooding through my veins. The anger feels like a living, breathing thing.Like a Goddamned snake slithering its way beneath my skin, releasing toxic poison in the form of fury that bleeds into every square inch of my body.I want the heads of every single person who stepped foot on my property last night. I don’t give a shit who they were or what they were doing there. If they accidentally stumbled upon the forest at the back of the property…. I’m going to find them and make them pay.Since my driver is now fighting for his life in the hospital with Rosalind, I’m forced to call and wait for a driving service to offer me a temp replacement for Ahmed.A few painstaking minutes pass while I pace a hole in the cement out front of the hospital, sweating from the sweltering, humid Georgia heat before the damn driver finally shows up.‘He is clearly incompetent,’ Onyx spats in my head, ‘Ahmed would never keep us waiti
“Rosa,” James’ voice filters through the darkness, “Rosalind, baby.”My body shakes softly on my shoulders and my eyelids flutter. The lashes on my left eye are stuck to my face, and after a few attempts, they tear free.Bright lights above my head blind me as I blink away my disorientation.The sound of multiple different voices has my eyes panning around the room. EMS workers move quickly, rushing inside the small space and focusing their attention on Ahmed. I recognize a few of the faces rushing around me, but a relieved sigh falls from my lips as I finally focus on James.“What’s going on?”My voice sounds foreign and gravelly.“Are you injured?” James rushes out, coming back to my side and ignoring the emergency personnel shouting at him to back up.“My…” I start, trying to move the leg that had gotten bit, but it felt numb and stiff, “My leg and my ribs.”“What happened here?” The gold flecks in James’ eyes glitter beneath the harsh lights of the elevator, and his eyes soften as
A loud noise jars me awake and my eyes struggle to focus in my disoriented state. The sky is nearly black and rain pelts against the floor to ceiling windows at the rear of the house.The television remains on, but the show I’d been watching has long ended. Glancing at my phone, I blink away the sleepiness seeing that somehow, I’d managed to nap for the last five hours.Another loud crack startles me as the sky lights up with a flash of lightning. A few seconds later, the power goes out, causing complete darkness to blanket me. The storm raging outside is the only sound I hear, and I quickly grab my phone, illuminating the flashlight as I walk towards the rear windows.The backyard leading into the forest looks eerie blanketed in complete darkness. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and the feeling of being watched envelopes me as I squint my eyes, trying to see anything through the heavy sheets of rain.Another flash of lightning illuminates the sky, and I swear I saw someth
James left early this morning for work and forbade me from going into the hospital. I called in with a family emergency, and there was no questioning. They knew if I was taking off, it was necessary, even though it didn't feel that way. Chris remained passed out on the back patio, and I’m not sure if I should force him awake or let him sleep off the shockwave that was yesterday. I still don't even know if I've managed to brush off the reality that I've been a werewolf my entire life and everyone I loved kept it from me..... and I've had weeks to process it.My phone buzzing against the countertop startles me, and I glance over to see that my father is calling.Begrudgingly, I grab the phone, hesitating as my finger hovers over the small green button. I’ve been avoiding talking to either of them. Since my meeting with my father and my mother’s explosion over the scathing interview I did with Mr. Arden; I’m not sure they even consider me a member of the Red family.“Hey dad,” I finally