“Are you sure about this?” Shawn pinned me with a look that said he’d lock his doors and leave James standing in the elevator if I asked.“You probably think I’m stupid,” I shook my head, a dull throbbing beginning against my temple.Shawn looked as if I’d smacked him, “Rosie,” he stepped closer to me, and like a gravitational pull, my face lifted to look into his eyes. “You are a hopeless romantic and the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. Possibly the most stubborn person in the world,” we shared a collective laugh, “But that doesn’t make you stupid.”“I feel pathetic,” I shook my head, the damp strands of my hair clumping together, “I don’t want to be anyone’s second choice, and yet I find myself in this vicious cycle with James.”“You should never be a second choice, and if that’s how you feel with James,” Shawn looked up at the ceiling, calculating his words, “Then he’s not right for you Rosie.”The elevator pinged, alerting us that James was here, and a trickle of fear slithere
“Aren’t you meant to be at work?” I stretch, losing my balance, but Shawn is already at my side.“I called off,” he shrugged, helping me to the couch, “I made some coffee.”“Yes, please.”Shawn quickly deposits a perfectly made cup of coffee, and I feel tears sting my eyes at the sight.My life is a mess.I’ve spent years wishing that James could be the man I’ve always dreamed he could be, and I keep getting glimpses, and yet as I sit here staring at this cup of coffee, I realize that I don’t even know if he knows how I take my coffee.It’s such a simple thing, but does he know how Marina takes her coffee? Or is it tea… She gives me the vibe that she’d be a tea drinker, and not of the sweet iced Georgian variety.“Why does your face look like that?” Shawn has his lips pulled between his teeth, fighting a smile.“Like what?” I blink, cooling my expression.“Kind of looked like that time you got constipated for three weeks when you were ten,” his eyes widened as the memory of what happe
Twenty-four fucking hours she’s been gone.And I’ve been watching her location, so I know she’s still at Shawn’s apartment, which makes my blood boil.‘Might I remind you of my offer,’ Onyx adds unhelpfully.‘No, you may fucking not,’ I snap, ‘While I’ve considered it more times that you might believe. It’s not an option.’He doesn’t understand.Rosalind would hate us if we hurt him, and the last thing I need right now is for her to have any more reason to push us away.I need her like I need oxygen. Every second that passes without knowing that she’s still mine makes my chest feel like it’s going to explode.My phone rings, and I snatched it up without looking at the caller ID, “Baby,” I whisper, but my relief is short lived, “Mr. Wood,” my assistant speaks nervously, “I have Jeremy Red in the lobby asking for a meeting with you. Do you want me to send him away?” there is a pause, “I see that you have your schedule blacked out for today.”The muscles in my jaw are set tight, and my t
My phone has so many notifications, it’s glitching out.The background photo of James and me on our wedding day is covered by a string of green phone and text notifications. Most are from James, a few from Chris, and one from my mother.“That thing hasn’t stopped going off all day,” Shawn’s leaned against his island countertop on his elbows, ordering food for us from his phone.“James doesn’t like to take no for an answer,” I sigh. Embarrassment quickly settles beneath my skin. I’d done a good job hiding the reality of my relationship for the last three years with everyone around me.I could win an award for my fake smile and loving body language. No one questioned us except for my father, and I think that boiled down to a general dislike of James, and not because he actually cared if I was happy or not.Shawn let out a low growl, his phone clattering to the granite, before banging his fist against the surface. It wasn’t angry, but more out of frustration. “Can we pretend for a moment
Shawn doesn’t mention the kiss, or my rejection.I’m still reeling from feeling his lips on mine. I have wanted that kiss for so many years. So many years I dreamt of how his lips would feel on mine, but now that it finally happened…. I feel dirty because of it.I’m married.The sound of Shawn’s phone startles me, and I drop mine to the floor.“Mr. Red,” Shawn starts, before letting out a soft laugh, “Jeremy. You know I’ll never get used to that.”I hear the booming sound of my father’s laughter on the other end of the receiver, and a fresh wave of hurt washes over me.My father and I have been close my entire life. Every time mom would put me down, dad would pick up the pieces, and yet I find his action unforgivable.He treated me as if I’d made up the pills in my head. And at the time, I’d thought maybe he was right. Maybe I had just taken too many ibuprofens, or mom was feeding me the newest diet fad pill.All of those theories came crashing down the moment I opened that safe, repl
Shawn stands just outside of his bedroom doorway, tight black slacks stretching over his muscular legs, and a white button down... That is currently unbuttoned, showing off the killer body that he’s worked so hard for in the NFL.His hair is styled with just enough gel to smooth it, but not enough to look like he tried too hard.Adult Shawn is far better looking than teenager Rosalind ever conjured up in her immature mind.He arches a brow, beginning to button the shirt, and I clear my throat, “You are…. Dressed up.”“I can stop by your condo on the way. Your father wants to meet at that French bistro in the city.” Shawn’s eyes crinkle as if he knew where my thoughts had just gone, but he doesn’t comment, allowing me to remain flustered.“I’m going to need to,” I glance down at Chris’ clothing barely hanging onto my body, “On second thought, maybe I should go like this. My father deserves the embarrassment of being seen with me at my worst.”“You look amazing,” Shawn hesitates, and I
Time stands eerily still as my vision tunnels on my father’s face.I feel the warmth of Shawn’s hand gripping mine beneath the table. I think he’s talking, but I can’t make out what he’s saying.Everything outside of my father’s face feels like a blur.“What did you say?”My voice sounds foreign, and I blink rapidly, hoping that I’m just in some dream where I’ll wake up, and this entire moment will have just been some horrifying nightmare.“I’m sorry, Rosa,” my father’s mouth moves, and I focus on reading his lips because sounds still aren’t registering properly, “Marina Norconia is your half-sister.”“I…” I turn my head towards Shawn, whose eyes shimmer with concern. “I don’t understand. She…” I swallow down what feels like thick sand in my throat, “Marina is my sister.”I want to run and vomit into the nearest trash can, but I’m not sure my legs would move if I tried.Everything that I’ve known my entire life truly was a lie.I thought finding out that I was a supernatural being was
‘You were a fool to let her stay with the football player,’ Onyx snarls, his voice lethal. The sound of it bouncing off the inside of my already aching skull, and I just want to tune him out.Déjà vu smacks me in the face because I’ve been here.Onyx isn’t a normal wolf. He’s an Alpha with an untamed side of him. We didn’t spend long together before the attack that left him locked away, but for months, I wasn’t myself. I was Onyx.He’d taken over my body, leaving me locked away, and fighting every moment of the day.I feel him now, his strength, pushing to the forefront. Without Rosalind, I’m going to be overpowered before too long.‘Rosalind made it clear she needs space. If we want her to come back to us willingly, we need to give her that.’‘Who said anything about willingly?’ the low growl that rumbled through my head sent shivers down my spine.Onyx would find no issue taking Rosa as prisoner.I dial her number again, my call log filled with her name only, but it goes straight to
One Year Later“I’ll never get over seeing you like this,” Shawn wrapped his arms around my body, his hands smoothing over the growing bump that used to be my toned stomach. “And this dress makes you look even more ravishing.”My cheeks heated as he thrust his hips against my backside to show just how much he actually enjoyed seeing me swollen with his child. Six months ago, I found out we were pregnant. Fear gripped my soul at the prospect of becoming a mother, mostly because this came out of left field. We’d been married for six months, and hadn’t been actively trying, but life seems to have a way of paving the way for surprises. “Later,” I peck his cheek, bringing my thumb up to wipe away the light red stain from my lipstick, “We are going to be late.”“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shawn stood up straight, adjusting his tie, while I smoothed out the bunching in my glittering red dress. He wore a black suit with a matching red tie, and we were about to be going to our first G
How?I stare at the card on the ground. Scribbled letters stare back at me in writing that I’d never forget. I memorized the way his pen strokes over paper. I can see where he wrote softer versus where the pen dug deeper into the cardstock.Our door was still closed, but I didn’t know how much time I had before Shawn returned.My heart was in my throat as I reached for the card, staring at the words written inside until my eyes blurred.Rosa, I am not writing you this to hurt you more than I already have, and as you already know, I’m not very good at articulating my feelings. I hope you’ll understand what I’m trying to say despite knowing that this will be a string of words that probably won’t make sense by the time I’m finished. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, nor do I expect it. I realized after Marina and I destroyed your wolf that I had made the wrong decision. I knew that Marina had used a powerful spell on me, and I didn’t care. I allowed the anger and pain from
I let out an emotional chuckle, fighting the urge to cry.“I remember the first time you and I met. Chris practically dragged me over to your house to hang out, but I was terrified. The thought of being with someone famous made my skin feel itchy. I was just a poor kid with a shitty family life, and I was walking into a pristine mansion. But the moment I walked through those doors, your pale blue eyes, that reminded me of the sky when you look at it through the clouds, met mine, and you said, “You look like you could use some tea.”I let out another laugh, the memory coming back to me like it was yesterday.“You grabbed my hand and dragged me to your bedroom, ignoring Chris’ shouts, and pushed me into one of your chairs beside Mr. Giggles and Sir Pounce-A-Lot. We spent two hours talking over imaginary tea like we were old friends,” Shawn looked up towards the sky, his throat bobbing before returning his gaze to mine. “I didn’t know why I wanted so badly to have a tea party every day f
Two Years LaterThree years ago, my ex-husbands mistress woke up from a coma. Three years ago, I asked James Wood for a divorce. Three years ago, my life changed drastically. I fell apart, picked myself up, rinse, and repeat. But today; I’m healing. “You look so beautiful,” Chris’ girlfriend Sienna covers her mouth with both of her hands. Her chocolate brown eyes shimmer with tears, and mine instantly well with my own. Fanning my face, I take a deep breath, “Is this real? I still don’t think it’s real.”“Girl,” she steps closer to me, placing her hands against my arms, and spinning me around to look in the mirror. My hair has grown back out, even longer than before and falls just below my breasts. It’s finally back to blonde, but I keep a shadow root to remind myself of the hell I’ve overcame. A small nod to the time I spent in that cabin pretending to be someone else. I chose a subtle smokey eye for a more natural look. Warm browns bring out my blue eyes, highlighting the flecks
Chris is whistling in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee making my mouth water as I step into the open living room. Shawn came out first, walking down to the bathroom for a quick shower. “Coffee?” Chris already has a mug prepared, offering it out to me, “They didn’t have the creamer you liked when I was at the market. I hope you don’t mind plain vanilla.”It wasn’t my favorite, but I couldn’t complain much. “It’s fine,” I grabbed the mug, lifting it to my lips to bid myself an extra few seconds. “Thank you.”“If only I’d have bought ear plugs instead of that creamer,” he shakes his head, sighing dramatically.I choke, sputtering coffee over the side of the mug, and my hand, “You… You heard all that?”Chris sits his mug on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, “Unfortunately so. The walls in this place are thinner than a fucking sheet of tissue paper. I’m half tempted to file a formal complaint against the builder.” I snort. I had heard Chris watching porn a few times through
I wake to the feeling of eyes on me. My heart begins to palpitate, and panic seizes me. “Rosie,” I hear the faint sound of a voice, but I’m terrified to open my eyes. “I don’t want to go back,” I whisper, feeling emotion clog my throat. “Please.”“Rosie, it’s me,” Shawn’s voice filters through the panic, and I quickly throw my head over my shoulder. It takes a few minutes for my heart rate to slow as I lock eyes with Shawn. Memories of last night hit me like a freight train, and the panic settles beneath my skin once more, but it’s different. I’m safe, and that’s what matters. “What’s going on, baby?” Shawn’s fingers hesitate before he reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I thought he found me,” my voice breaks. “Hey,” Shawn’s fingers cup my chin, holding it with such delicacy, “He won’t get to you again. I’ll make sure of it. You don’t have to worry anymore. I won’t hesitate next time.”“I hate that he still has this effect on me.”“There is no timetable to hea
Another growl bubbles from his chest as he scoops me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my heart nearly jackhammering out of my chest. I’ve dreamed of this moment since puberty. Maybe not this exact scenario, but Shawn wanting me. His lips on me. And I as I grew older, those innocent desires turned into something more sensual. The first time I ever touched myself was to the thought of this man who has his lips pressed against my throat. My back hits the thick quilt covering my bed, and I whimper as Shawn pulls away, looking down at me with a mixture of longing and fear in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?” his voice is bathed in fear, and I can practically see how fast his heart is beating from the pulse point on his throat. “Make me forget him, Shawn.” My voice is low and hoarse. “I want you.”“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words?” Shawn hisses through gritted teeth, his strong body hovering over mine. My fingers found the hem of his shirt, slowly lift
“You have to be kidding me,” Chris groans at Shawn, his face twisting with annoyance. Flour clings to almost every surface, and the kitchen is going to need a deep clean, but this is the most fun I’ve had in months. It’s my life by Bon Jovi blares from the small radio set up on the countertop. “What?” Shawn shimmies his shoulders. “This is a classic, sir. You not enjoying it is just a sign of your bad taste.”“My tastes are modernly defined,” he narrows his eyes.“That’s just a fancy way of saying they’re crap.”“Says you,” he waggles a finger in my direction. A bowl of brownie batter is wrapped in my arms, but Shawn snags it away, sitting it atop the counter before lacing his fingers with mine. Our arms moved back and forth, palms attached, and I felt my lips pull into the first real smile since we’ve been here. “It’s my LIFFFFEEEE,” Shawn sang off key, “It’s now or never.”“I AIN’T GONNA LIVE FOREVER.”“I just wanna live while I’m alive,” Shawn spins me in a circle, tipping me
We’ve been here for six weeks. Six weeks I’ve spent staring at the walls of this cabin expecting the boogeyman with shimmering green eyes to pop out at any moment.Once the shock of being flown here wore off, fear settled beneath my skin like a poisonous snake. I plastered a smile on my face for Chris and Shawn, but the days have been long, and the nights… even longer.I’ve learned the sounds of the forest surrounding us. The calls from the birds that chirp from the trees and the geese on the lake. Some days, the wind pushes the water against the shoreline, the sound of crashing startling me.I hate what I’ve become. It’s sickening to think that once upon a time, I was just a girl with the ambitious thought that she could convince her husband to love her.Now I’m afraid of my own shadow.“Rosa-lindddd,” Chris singsongs my real name, and I ignore him.Rosalind was dead. I was Rose now.I hated both versions of myself.The hopeful one that was naïve enough to believe in fairytales, and