James hasn’t spoken to me in three days. It feels like we took two steps forward, and three steps back. His days have consisted of spending as much time at the office as possible, or working out to the brink of exhaustion before he closes himself in his office. I thought that I felt something shift when he’d showed me the home that he grew up in, but it seems to have only driven a wedge between us. Today is my first day back at work, and I’m thankful for the distraction. It’s been lonely back at the house. It’s my first break in six hours, which means it’s time for a much needed coffee. The elevator feels as if it’s moving at a snails pace as we lower from the sixth floor down to the lobby. As I’m walking up to the line, I notice a familiar figure at the front, “Shawn?” His head whips around and his eyes immediately land on me, “I didn’t know you were back at work already,” he turned quickly, adding my favorite latte to his order before glancing over his shoulder, “Are you on br
Shawn blew out a weighted breath, “I did.”I expected more from him. Anything more. Shawn was never one to be at a loss for words, but right now, the only thing he said was I did. It’s been five years since I sent that letter. Five years I wondered if he’d gotten it. And I told myself it wouldn’t matter if he did. But I hoped he didn’t, because I poured my heart into every word that went onto that page. Tears blurred the writing as I laid out a nine year long crush onto a single sheet of loose leaf paper. The last line I wrote on that paper was: With you, I am home. When I’d written that line, I meant it with every fiber of my being. Shawn was always there growing up. He got me like no one else did. And no matter how things were at home, he made it seem so insignificant. He was the one person in my life that truly felt like home. He still does. None of that matters now. I moved on with James. I’m married. I’m married. It was just a stupid letter that I’d written in the heat of
I don’t know what I was thinking bringing Rosa to Blackwood.I’ve not been able to return outside of the day I left the hospital. The wound still feels as fresh as it was all those years ago. My sleep has been plagued with tiny flashes of what happened that day, but nothing that will actually help me.Each night I’ve woken up covered in a cool layer of sweat, picking apart each nightmare in hopes that I’ll come up with something, but it’s been fruitless and left me in a sour mood.Putting distance between Rosalind and I has been necessary because she doesn’t deserve to put up with my shitty attitude.I came down to my gym for the fourth day in a row, pounding my fists against the punching bag. I didn’t bother wrapping them today. The pain was a welcome change to the building frustrating that I felt surging through my body.The muscles in my arms glistened with sweat as I pushed my body to its breaking point. I needed the distraction.My phone buzzed on the weight bench, flashing with
Shawn released his grip on me, and we both slowly turned around to see James standing with his jaw muscles locked tight.In his hands, he held the most beautiful bouquet of stargazer lilies mixed with a variety of yellow and orange roses.“What are you doing here?”His eyes flicked up to meet Shawn’s and they were locked in an angry stare off.“Am I not allowed to visit my wife whenever I feel the urge?” he returned my question with a question, closing the distance between us and crushing his lips against mine. The way he kissed me felt possessive, and I wanted to push him away because of the way he’s been acting, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.Another morsel.Shawn finally broke his angry staring, turning towards me, “Thank you for fitting me in today. I really appreciate it. We’ll catch up soon,” he nodded with a smile.“Of course. It was no problem at all.” My voice came out as a breathy whisper as I was still reeling from that kiss.He walked past James, nodding on his way
“Haven’t seen that face in person in a hot minute,” my grandfather entered my office without a knock. “I’ve been a bit preoccupied as of late.”My grandfather was a workhorse, which meant I was supposed to inherit those genes. Where he was obsessive about the job, I was obsessive about a certain woman who’d taken over my every thought. “Wooing that gem of a wife you’ve got,” he winked, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows and gazing out over the city, “At least I hope so.” He tossed a look over his shoulder before returning his attention to the rising sun. I’d gotten here early in hopes that I’d get out of here early, but it seems I underestimated the amount of paperwork that I’d neglected over the past few weeks. “I took her to Blackwood.”I heard my grandfather audibly swallow, “And why’d you go and do that?”Anger bubbled beneath my skin. My grandfather has good intentions, but his distance from the werewolf world is just pathetic. Sure, he’s created something beautiful
James was back on edge when he arrived back home from work. Normally, I wouldn’t pry. But after our date last night, I felt like I was on cloud nine. He continues to give me tiny glimpses into his life, and I want him to know that I am here. For the good, the bad, and the ugly. “Did something happen today?” I leaned against the countertop, trying to sound stronger than I was. New Rosalind wasn’t going to cower in the presence of her husband. I didn’t want to be afraid to ask him questions. And I didn’t want him to be afraid to answer.James had been sitting on a stool with his elbows resting on the granite. His head was hung low and besides a quick hello, he hadn’t said anything more. His eyes lifted to meet mine, “Marina paid me a visit to my office today.”The mention of her name had my heart racing in my chest, “How is she?” James released a heavy breath, “You don’t have to pretend to like her, Rosalind.”“Okay,” I whispered, choosing my words carefully, “Why was she there?” I
As I sit here staring into James’ sparkling green eyes, I see they’re blown wide with lust. His hands hold a punishing grip on my hips, keeping me in place, not that I’d want to be anywhere other than right here. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. For years I questioned if James found me attractive. If I’d ever be the woman that he looks at and feels that undeniable desire like I have. I’ve undressed him hundreds of times in my head. Imagined what it would be like to have his body hovering above me. Sweat glistening off our skin. I’ve even wondered what he tastes like. But never have I thought those thoughts would be reciprocated…. Until now. “You might be my wife, Rosalind. But I will not take you,” he pulled back, jerking his hips again, “Until you call off the divorce.”It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my body. I’d entirely forgotten about the impending divorce. The one that I’d initiated. A perfectly straight, white row of teeth pulled Jame
James stood in the doorway of the bathroom; his lips slightly parted as he adjusted the bulge in his pants. My eyes widened when the realization that he’d just seen me pleasure myself. Did he hear me moan his name?Embarrassment washed over me like a tidal wave. I tried to cover my body with my hands, but James growled, “Don’t you dare.”Once again, my eyes widened as they met his. He continued palming at his length straining against the zipper of his pants.“Wha…. What are you doing here?” The words left my lips as more of a squeak. “Do I need an excuse to come back home to my wife?” his words reignited the heat in my core, and my legs squeezed together beneath the water. James stepped closer, his eyes leaving a trail of fire over my body. Bubbles concealed most of my nudeness, but my nipples peaked just about the surface. “The image of you coming from your fingers is going to be burned into my mind forever, Rosalind,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “The way your lips parte
Confusion swims in my gut.Marina smells intoxicating, her scent swirling around me as fresh as the day I’d turned eighteen. I’m fighting the war inside my mind to keep my distance, but I’m weak, and Onyx feels trapped.Rosalind is watching our interaction, and the combination is making my head throb.“I don’t get it,” Marina whispers, shaking her head. Her pale blue eyes shimmer, and I know she’s hurting. The urge to wrap my arms around her is compelling, but I fight that too.“Rosalind is my mate. I have no doubt in my mind. Neither of you are willing to share, so I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.”The engine to my Audi roars to life, and before I can fully process what’s happening, my eyes widen on Rosa’s tear-filled gaze in the driver’s seat.Gravel flies in every direction, some hitting my shin, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m chasing the car, “Rosa, wait!”“James!” Marina shouts at my back, her voice laced with fear, when Rosalind almost hits me putting the car in drive.I
One of my leggings was cut to the knee and the other was soaking wet, clinging to my thigh like a second skin. Normally, I’d use the opposite leg for leverage, but at the risk of popping my fresh stitches, I fall back onto the bed.Shawn returns with the scissors, moving to kneel in front of me for the third time today before our eyes lock and he offers me a small smile, “I won’t look.”My chest flutters as I stare into eyes I’ve known all my life.“It’s not like you haven’t seen me before, Shawn.”He chuckles, “That’s fair. But I know you, and I won’t look.”The backs of my eyes burn with unshed tears, and I pull my teeth between my lips, nodding.Shawn grips my pants at my ankle, carefully sliding the sharp end of the scissors beneath the hem. An involuntary shiver sends goosebumps spreading across my skin.His brows pinch together with concern as his movements halt, “I didn’t poke you, did I?”“The scissors are just cold.”Shawn lets out a relieved chuckle, “Once we get you out of
“What were you thinking, Rosie?” Shawn easily scooped me up, carrying me to his bathroom, and carefully deposited me onto the porcelain countertop.I feel the warm sticky sensation of blood against my foot, and I know my wound is worse than I initially thought.Shawn squats down, his large frame crowding the bathroom despite the fact that it’s the size of a small bedroom. He removed my shoe first, reaching beneath me to dig out a first aid kit, and dug out scissors.Our eyes met, his asking for permission, to which I nodded, and he cut a line down the seam of my leggings, revealing my very bloody leg.“Shit, Rosie,” he mutters, “This might be something you need to go back to the hospital for.”I grimaced at the thought. I knew for a fact that would be one of the few places James would check in his search for where I’d gone. Unless he already knows I’m here, which would be really bad for Shawn.“Nonsense,” I grit my teeth, the adrenaline of stealing James’ car wearing off, and allowing
“James,” Marina coos, “Baby, they won’t let me through.”Her voice grates against my eardrums and I fight the rising anger that simmers beneath my skin.“What are you doing here?” James’ tone is lethal, startling even to me. I’ve never heard him speak to Marina in such a tone, but I won’t lie when I say it filled me with satisfaction.Her pale blue eyes shift to me sitting in the front seat, narrowing for a fraction of a second before she returns her gaze to James. Her bottom lip trembles, and I watch as the actress puts on the perfect performance, “I came to check on you and Raslind,” she whispered, pronouncing my name incorrectly. “I came by the hospital, but you weren’t there. She didn’t tell you?”James ran his hands through his hair, and I was desperate to know what was going through his mind. I knew from experience that once he started showing his nervous tic, I was never sure what was going to come next.“I made it very clear that you weren’t welcome here any longer,” James sur
“You should have called, Rosa,” James glanced over at me. His hand rested atop my thigh while the other gripped the steering wheel, “I was worried sick.”“I didn’t think about it,” I whispered, feeling guilt seep beneath my skin. I hated lying to him, and I felt even worse that I’d dragged Dante and Joanne into lying with me. “I’m sorry.”The words tasted bitter on my tongue. I wasn’t a liar, but the last few months I’d found myself keeping more to myself. Hiding things that I wouldn’t normally hide.I didn’t like it.James squeezed my thigh, “Don’t be. Dante was right,” he sighed, “I overthink and you’re an independent woman. It’s something I love about you.”I bring my hand to his, interlocking our fingers, “I get it. Especially with everything that just happened. I assumed I was safe with them.”Another lie. The pit in my stomach grows with every understanding word he speaks, and every lie that rolls with ease off my tongue.“You are,” he chuckled, “I have great family. And they lo
I’ve dialed Rosa at least ten times.Ten fucking times my calls have gone unanswered.Even my earlier text asking her if she wanted her regular from her favorite Chinese restaurant went unanswered.Pulling up her contact, I click on the map of her location.“What the fuck?”My knuckles grow white as I grip the steering wheel with new force. Why the hell is she with Dante and Joanne? Did something happen at the house?A lethal combination of fear and fury floods my veins, and I press my foot against the accelerator, zipping around cars without caution. I don’t fucking care.‘I would have felt if she was in danger,’ Onyx tries to reason with me, but I tune him out. I’ve relied on him in the past and look where that got me….. And when was he the voice of reason? He’s an animal with one thing on his mind and that’s making sure Rosalind is kept safe and sound within the walls of our home.He expressed interest in chaining her up a few times, which I shut down for obvious reasons. But if sh
“You brought your idiot brother?” Dante groaned as he opened the front door.“Nice to see you again, too,” Chris muttered.“I’m sorry, Rosalind,” Dante dipped down, whispering in my ear, “He asks far too many stupid questions.”“What is that delicious smell?” Chris has long forgotten Dante’s comment as he heads towards the kitchen, inhaling deeply.“My lovely mate is baking. Something about keeping Rosa happy,” Dante shrugged, “I’m starting to think it’s a ploy to get me fattened up, though.”“Hey now,” Joanne calls from the kitchen, “You can’t blame me for all that.”Dante gasps, “Woman, don’t you start insulting me in front of my daughter in law.”Joanne rounds the corner of the kitchen, wrapping me in a tight hug, “I’m so sorry about what happened to you,” she pulls away, keeping her hands on my shoulders, “If you need to stay here to feel safe, there is always space for you.”“Thank you,” I whisper, my emotions flooding me as I stare into her motherly gaze.“Pumpkin,” Dante chirps
Dante sighed on the other end of the line, and I bit my lip, wondering if he would actually turn me down. There was a good chance that he did, and fear gripped my heart at the thought.“Are you trying to get me on James’ bad side?” he grumbled, his voice laced with irritation.“Will you do it, or not?”If I spent all day explaining the reasons that James might be upset, I would certainly talk myself out of taking charge, but I needed answers.“Can you meet me at the cabin?” Dante groaned, and I gasped in surprise, which he must have picked up on because he grunted, “I’m not agreeing to anything yet, but I’ll hear you out.”“I’ll be there asap.”******“What’s with the rush?” Chris groans, wiping the tiredness from his eyes.“I can’t drive and my driver is in the hospital. You were my only option.”Chris turned towards me, narrowing his eyes, “Gee, thanks. You could have called an Uber driver!” he shook his head, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”“It’s clearly stated in your brotherly
“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