DAMIEN’S POV: Few hours earlier…."Just who the fuck do you think you are?"I rolled my eyes at my father’s words before placing my chin on my fist. My elbow was perched on the table as I watched my old man pace back and forth. We were both in his room with my mother; he wanted to have this meeting where he knew absolutely no one could hear us or interrupt us.I just wanted this to be over so I could get back to Maya. I really was not comfortable leaving her alone for too long. Not because I was scared something would happen to her while I was away, just because I physically could not be away from her for too long.Even if I did not mean to, I always found my feet moving to wherever she was. My body called out to her, and my wolf did as well. It was a weird connection I could not explain, and I did not want to."Are you even listening to me?" My father’s enraged voice interrupted my blissful thoughts, and I wanted to groan. How annoying could this man be?"Huh?" I said, I honestly
ROSALINE’S POV:He was a demon.His eyes were two dark pools that swarmed with anger and lust. The way he looked at me had an ache erupting in my middle; it forced me to shut my legs, hoping to get some comfort. His eyes never left mine as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt."Answer me!" he snapped, causing me to snap out of the trance he had placed me under. I blinked rapidly at him as I tried to recall his question. I had no idea how I was going to answer that without making him suspicious or doing some digging.I swallowed the bile that had risen within my throat as I wracked my brain for what to say."I went for a walk," I said, and he snarled at me in response. The anger in his eyes intensified, and I could feel my heart pounding wildly against my chest."Don’t you dare lie to me," he snapped before tossing his shirt aside. My eyes raked up and down his perfect torso, and it was at that moment that I could feel the dryness on my tongue. He climbed up the bed, and my feet b
ROSALINE’S POV:My eyes fluttered open softly as a small yawn escaped my lips. I am greeted with the precious sight of Damien’s sleeping face. His eyelashes were quite long, and I could not help but admire how peaceful he looked when sleeping. All his features were relaxed; there was not a single crease on them, and if I were to be honest, he resembled an angel when asleep.I could feel my wolf purr at the sight of our mate; actually, she was doing more than purring. She was practically jumping around with excitement. It had been years since I felt like this since I felt genuinely at peace.My fingers seemed to have gotten a mind of their own as they hovered above his eyelashes. I let the gentle hairs caress the tips of his fingers before moving down to the bridge of his nose. It was when I got to his lips that I released a gentle gasp as a pair of arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer.Our bodies were pressed together now, and our faces were barely an inch from each othe
DAMIEN’S POV:I will never understand that woman.She is so defiant, and I hate how it annoys me and turns me on at the same time. But this time it was just plain rude and uncalled for. Why was she always making things hard? She was one of the most confusing people I have ever encountered. She would act like she hated me, then we would have one of the best moments of our lives, and then she would go back to hating me again.Who the hell does that?As I stormed through the halls, I felt the small box jingle in my pants, and I took it out. I feel something in my chest when I open the box to reveal the thin gold necklace I had gotten her.When my father pulled us apart, he took me into town to talk to some of the residents and showed me some infrastructure that I was to oversee. I passed a jewellery shop and saw the necklace. She was the first thing that came to mind when I saw it. and I thought it would look good on her. But, as she said, she was not interested.My teeth clench, and I
DAMIEN’S POV: I hated sulking. But I could not help it; this ache in my chest would not leave, and Kiara was seriously not helping matters. She clung to my arm as we made our way back into the palace."Oh my God, that was so much fun! You were all talking but had nothing to show for it! I mean, yeah, you were pretty good, but I told you I was better." She boasted as we climbed up the stairs. I just wished she would shut up, or better yet, leave me alone. When she sees that I do not attempt to comment, she pauses to look at my face. I hated the way she pouted her lips, and I did not know what gave her the audacity to pinch my cheek."Oh, do not be so down. You know there is no way you would do laundry, but you know…" She trailed her finger down to my chin before stopping at my chest. "It is our night together; maybe we can have some more fun."I let her words register in my head. Now that I think about it, I have not been able to sleep with any of these girls except Maya. Whenever
ROSALINE'S POV: I could get used to this, waking up every morning to this sight. It just seemed so natural to gaze upon Damien's sleeping face first thing in the morning. We weren't naked like last time; our clothes were still on and our bodies were entangled.Our position was intimate yet innocent; last night we went to sleep without lust in our eyes but with pure need. The need to be in each other's arms and each other's presenceI could stay here forever if I was being honest; nothing could ever compare to this feeling. Yesterday was the absolute worst. After Damien left and I watched Kiara go after him, I felt this odd sense of fear.Of What? I did not know.It was clear as day that she was the one who put the bleach in my shampoo, yet I took out my anger on Damien. I was just hurt that he still did not remember me; I hadn't even aged at all. There is not much difference between me now and all those years ago, so why doesn't he remember me? He doesn't even think I look familiar
ROSALINE'S POV: Damien's arms held me tightly as he swam both of us around the water with ease. His smile was cheeky as his dark hair plastered to his face, covering the majority of his face.His words registered in my head, and I shot a glare at him. "Like hell, I would ever go swimming with you." He raised one of his eyebrows slowly before shrugging nonchalantly. "Suit yourself."His arms disappeared from my waist, and my head was submerged in the water, sending a dreadful panic through my heart. My hands shot out and I grabbed him by the shirt, and he pulled me up. His laughter mixed with my pants were the only things I could hear as my head was brought to the surface."Please just get me out of this thing!" I screamed, which only made him laugh more."How can a grown woman like you not know how to swim?" "I never learned, okay? Now can we please have this conversation out of the water?" I asked him, but he didn't seem to dig the idea.He began to pull away from me, but a shriek
ROSALINE'S POV: My balled fists hit his back as the poor servant's chokes filled my ears. I feel my eyes sting as all my attempts to get Damien to release him were futile; if anything, it only angered him more and caused him to tighten his grip around the servant's throat."Stop it! You are going to kill him!" I screamed as my fists hit his back harder. It appeared that I was doing more damage to myself than to him if I were being honest. My hands were starting to ache a whole lot and turn a bright shade of red, while he did not look like he was noticing any of my attacks or pleas.I saw the kind man turn an unholy shade of purple, and my panic skyrocketed."Let go of him now, Damien!" And he did.But the second the servant's feet touched the floor, his face was connected with a mighty fist. The crunching of bones filled the air, sending a sick feeling through my body.A scream left my lips as the man fell almost lifelessly on the floor, but Damien did not appear to have any form