It was as if my brain and mouth had entirely disconnected from each other.I simply stared at the scattered photos on the ground.Why did I have them? How do you tell your husband that you found photos of his other mate in your father’s safe while simultaneously finding Aconite?“Rosalind,” James’ voice had an edge to it as his fingers gripped my chin, forcing my attention back to him.“I found them.”His brows pinched together in confusion, glancing down at the discarded photos one more time before meeting my gaze, “What do you mean you found them?”I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to force the right words out, but I found myself swallowing down every attempt.“I found these in my fathers safe…. Along with a bottle of Aconite that I think he used to give me when I was younger.” I blew out a heavy breath, not daring to look at James.He squatted down, gathering the photos, and looking at them one by one. His large fingers creased the edges as he went through them again and again.“I
Rosa’s bright, honeyed eyes stared at me in shock. As if she never thought those words would ever leave my mouth.“I have fallen in love with you, Rosalind.”Every moment I spent with my wife, learning who she was. Getting to know the woman that I’d so callously pushed aside for years has showed me what a fucking fool I’d been.And to be honest, I don’t deserve her forgiveness, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try to earn it.The moment she left me standing outside of that church, I knew I couldn’t fight the four-letter monster any longer. Sure, I’ve never been against love per-say, but I simply imagined it going differently in my head.With Onyx gone, I had to fall for Rosa in the way that a human would. Knowing that she’s my mate somehow makes me feel like I’m on this high that I’ll never come down from.Her glassy eyes move to the photos in my hand, and then the bottle, before lifting to meet my worried gaze.The one thing that terrifies me the most is her not feeling the same way.Sh
My body felt like it was working on autopilot as I followed James into his aunt Joan’s home. Her face was set in a permanent scowl; her arms crossed tight over her chest. James held his head up high as he walked through the front door. I followed closely, feeling as if I was intruding on family matters. The man named Dante sat at a small table for four, chewing his nails. The moment his eyes met James’, I could see the apologies he wished he could speak out loud. “Your mother raised you better than this, James,” Joan shook her head as she flopped into one of the creaky wooden chairs. James ran his fingers through his hair before sitting in the seat across from Dante. I hesitated a beat before Joan’s eyes found mine, “You are part of this family. That seat right there is yours.” She’d softened her voice when she spoke to me, patting the table in front of the only empty seat. “I’m sorry, James,” Dante muttered quietly, but Joan interrupted, “You should be sorry. The both of you shou
“Well spit it out,” James growled. I don’t think he realized that Dante had skillfully waited for the perfect moment to drop that bomb into the conversation, and I couldn’t agree with the timing more.The thought of Marina makes my stomach churn. “Like I said before, since your appearance at the Gathering, there has been a lot of talk. The werewolf community doesn’t consider you an Alpha anymore, given your lack of pack.” Dante looked nervous, which was comical considering the man was massive and covered in tattoos. “There has been talk about finishing the job that the rogues started,” Dante started, pausing for a moment to reach James’ angry glare. “You still think a bunch of rogues outsmarted me?” he spat through gritted teeth. The air in the room thickened with tension, making it hard to breathe. “I don’t think anything,” Dante snarled. “I know you were attacked. I know we don’t have names on who did it. And based off the information I’ve been given; I know that Rogues were pai
“Are you okay?” James glances over from the driver’s seat. I force a smile, “Do you want the honest answer, or the one that will pacify you?” “Rosa,” he opened his mouth, releasing a heavy breath, “I don’t want you to ever simply pacify me. I want the truth. All of it. Even if it hurts like hell.”I nodded slowly, not expecting that response. “I’m not really sure if I’m okay. I feel like everything that happened when I’d found out you were a supernatural creature doesn’t even compare to what’s happening right now.” My head falls to my hands, and I scrub my eyes with my palms, “Nothing makes sense.”James’ hand gently grabs mine, pulling it from my face and up to his lips. The soft skin brushes against my knuckles, and for a brief moment; I feel like everything is going to be okay. But that moment is so short lived, I don’t even have time to enjoy it. “Why does someone want you dead?” Out of everything I’ve found out today, that’s the thing that has stuck out in my mind. I can’t w
“The first time I felt him again was when you’d gotten hurt at the hospital,” James whispered, looking away from me for the first time. His eyes screwed shut and his features morphed into those of pain. “When you’d fallen and cut your head.”What a day that was. “What exactly changed?” I finally pulled away from his face, urging him to pull over to the side of the road so that we could continue this conversation. He nodded, continuing to look as if he was going to be sick at any moment. “Honestly, I think it was your blood. I was sitting with the doctor in the other room, and the scent of copper mixed with what I now know was your scent carried me back. I felt Onyx fighting against whatever has been keeping him away,” James leaned his head back, staring out of the open sunroof. “What do you mean by something keeping him away? Do you still feel him?” His head lolled to the side, “It feels like he’s in a little glass box in my head.” A ghost of a smile graced his face, “And before
This woman was going to be the death of me. The light, creamy skin on her legs glow beneath the moonlight. Illuminated like the Goddess that she is. Her golden blonde hair hangs in loose curls around her face, framing mine as she hovers over my lap. I want to capture this moment in my mind, because something doesn’t feel right in the depths of my bones. Despite the pleasure that coursed through me only moments ago, I can’t shake the feeling of dread that has settled in the pit of my stomach. “James,” Rosa’s soft skin brushes against my jawline as her eyes bore into my own. “What’s wrong?”“Can you feel that?” The words leave my lips faster than I can stop them, and I wish I hadn't because the concern in her eyes disappeared and was replaced with fear.She leans back, and her brows pinch together in confusion before her eyes widen, “Something is wrong.”Out of the corner of my eye, I see three identical glowing white eyes hidden just inside of the thick layer of forest surrounding
My head is spinning as I run through the darkness. I started along the road, the sound of my feet pounding against the pavement creating an eerie echo through the woods. I need to get to Dante and Joan before it’s too late. But the further I get from James, the more the ache in my chest intensifies. It’s almost debilitating. Stealing my breath from my lungs without care. It’s like every nerve ending in my body is pulling me back to where I left James alone with those three monsters. I stumble to my knees as the pain nearly sears my body in two. It feels like I’m being torn in half. Like my insides are begging to return to James.The feeling isn’t foreign to me. I’ve felt this once before. The night of our last movie night. It was similar to all of the times I’d had my episodes before, but so much stronger. Even now, the pain is far more intense than it was that night all those years ago.The mate bond. I forced myself up from the pavement, ignoring the screaming pain from where