ROSALINE’S POV: Today I woke up feeling lighter than usual. Last night was probably the best night that I have had in a long time. Everything was perfect, from the food to the drinks to the conversation to the games to the people. Everything was glamorous. We spent the night talking and getting to know each other better. Ariana and Jake were busy playing in their little world, but I did have occasional heart attacks when they got closer to the edge.There were a few power clashes between the alphas; they had pride when it came to the littlest of things, even when it came to passing the salt. I do not even want to go into details about that, but it was quite entertaining for us ladies. We spent the rest of the night dancing, which, if I must say, was my favourite part, even though Damien had most of his attention on Ariana and Jake dancing. I do not know how it was possible, but I think I fell in love with Damien all over again. It was strange.Something about last night was differen
ROSALINE’S POV:Okay, this wasn’t as bad as I thought. I have been watching Jake and Ariana play for the past thirty minutes now. Other kids were playing with them as well; their laughter and playful squeals filled the warm air while their guardians sat together and interacted. It was late in the afternoon, and I sat alone by the bench, not once taking my eyes off them.Ariana looked so happy while playing with Jake; they all did. I had never seen so much happiness in her eyes; there was this unique light in them that made me a bit envious, something I never got to experience as a kid. That was when it all hit me like a nail on the head.Ariana needed this. She needed to be out in the open and have a normal life. By trapping her in that palace surrounded by guards, grownups, and death 24/7, her life was slowly starting to resemble mine.And I would rather die than let that happen.“Mommy, please come push us!” Ariana yelled. I made my way to them without another word and pushed them b
DAMIEN’S POV: Anger. That was all I felt. It was all I could feel. I hated seeing her like this; I hated seeing her speak with so much hurt laced in that sweet voice of hers; I hated seeing tears stain her gorgeous face; and I hated feeling her emotions, only that they were amplified in me.Who the hell did this bastard think he was? Who does he think he is to place all these mind games on my wife? I have had it.“It’s Magnus; it has to be him,” she sighed, shaking her head. I scooped her into my arms and took her up to our room. Once I placed her on the bed, I locked the door and came to sit beside her.“Alpha Magnus?” I asked, and she nodded. “Why would he do all of this? I thought it all pointed down to your father.”“It has to be one of them; they hate me for what I have done to them, for disgracing them by running away with an illegitimate child,” she said, wiping her eyes away, and I nodded.“And which one of them exactly brought up the idea of aborting your pregnancy?"She fr
DAMIEN’S POV:“Now I get it,” I said, staring at Rosaline, who looked at me with confusion. We sat on the bed opposite each other; a few minutes had passed, and neither of us had said a thing.“You get what?” She tilted her head to the side, her eyes searching mine for the answers my mouth was trying to give."You did what you did. You know, with Ariana. Taking her out there even though you knew it was dangerous, even though it was for just a few minutes, at least she had a good time, like a normal kid,” I said, and she smiled softly. Her little hands took my much larger ones, and she placed them on her lap. She traced the lines on my palm while she spoke.“I think you should go talk to her, and you know a bit gentler. She has always wanted to meet you; she always asked me questions about you and why you were not in our lives, and now that you are, you are making it hard for her to have a life.”“But I am just trying to protect her,” I said.“And I understand that, but she does not; s
ROSALINE’S POV:The air was warm. It was too warm. It was hot.Or maybe I was the hot one? Why? No one else seemed to be sweating, despite the sun’s gaze upon us. Or was it just me? Was I sick? No, I felt pretty fine. Okay, that was a lie. I felt like I would throw up any moment from now on. My head hurt, everything was spinning, my skin was crawling, and there was ringing in my ears."Rosaline, what’s wrong?”My eyelids snapped open to see Damien looking at me with eyes filled with worry and curiosity. I forgot he was sitting right next to me on the bench. It was beneath a tree and it gave a good view of the park, especially the playground. I stepped away from him, but he looked at me in a way that signified that I should not make a scene.“You are using your own family for bait,” I stated, and his eyebrows knitted together.“What are you talking about? I would never do that,” he said, and I blinked at him. No, he was lying.“You are lying,” I repeated my thoughts. “You are obviously
ROSALINE’S POV:The window was down, and the warm afternoon wind slapped my skin as Damien stepped on the gas. We have been driving to God knows where for the past three hours. Ariana was fast asleep at the back, and I was so close to joining her. but of course, my PTSD wouldn’t let me. The slightest sharp turn or bump we came across had my eyelids flying apart faster than they ever had.A groan escaped my lips, and my head hit the window. “Are we almost there?” I asked him, not bothering to hide my fatigue and discomfort. Did I forget to mention that we have been driving on an open road, meaning that there have been no people, buildings, or even trees for miles? just plainlands and mountains for miles.which also means we were not protected.I wanted to be scared and scold Damien for not bringing guards with us, but I have learned to trust him; he would not willingly bring us out here in the open if he did not believe that we were safe. And, to be honest, I felt safe.“We should be a
ROSALINE’S POV: "Well, I guess you have already found your room,” Damien said as we stepped into a room with navy blue walls and white furniture. It was a beautiful mix if I do say so myself. This was the first room we had entered, but I got the feeling that this was the smallest room in the house. Ariana scowled.“This is your room, Daddy,” she stated.“Yes, but it’s yours now,” Damien said, and my eyebrows shot to the top of my head.“How did you know this was his room?” I asked Ariana. There was no indication that this room belonged to anyone; there were no portraits, artefacts, or signs of any personal belongings.“I just guessed. I think grandma would have a few pictures in her room; Daddy does not like pictures,” Ariana said, and I was still in shock. It was bewildering how she already knew her father better than me.“Well, now that it is yours, you can have whatever you want in it; we can even redecorate,” Damien said, walking up to her and crouching by her side.“No, I like i
ROSALINE’S POV:The sun’s warm gaze kissed my skin, and the sifting crashing of waves filled my ears, sending a cool and relaxing sensation through my body. I can hear the seagulls from afar and my daughter’s giggles as well. I opened my eyes to find her with Damien; they appeared to be building some sort of sandcastle. The sight brought a smile to my lips. These are things I have always wanted Ariana to experience—the love of a family.After Courtney and William had most definitely attempted to scare us yesterday, we had ordered takeout, or our appetite and zeal to eat outside were no longer within us. Somehow, we still managed to have fun. By the time we had gotten home, the sun had completely set and the full moon was out to play.We had spent the evening in the living room watching an Eddie Murphy comedy. It was by far one of the best nights of my life. I did not care what Courtney and William had said about the New Spirits Festival; none of us did. It was most likely a fairytale