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
KIARA'S POV: That stupid bitch!My teeth clenched together as their moans and grunts filled my ears. That should be me in there, not her. Why did it always have to be her?No one has ever made me feel such rage before in my entire life. Every time I make plans with Damien, she steps in and ruins everything. I don't know why he likes her so much. She is a saint in his eyes!Always protecting her and taking her side.I hate it.I hate everything.Damien is mine!And no lowlife bitch was going to take him from me! Ever since I was little, I always got what I wanted. It was what I was born and trained to do. You can either earn what you want or take it by force.But at the same time, I need to remember what exactly I was here for. I cannot fail this mission.I tear my ears away from Damien's door and march back to my bedroom. Once I stepped in, my eyes fell on exactly who I was looking for.She sat with her legs crossed on the bed as she played cards with her friends. God, I hate her to
ROSALINE’S POV:SEVEN MONTHS LATER:I watched Damien and Ariana’s wolf run around the courtyard with a speed my human eyes could barely keep up with. At this point, I was not sure which of them was faster. They have been doing this every morning for the past six months. Damien had made it their morning to train Ariana himself; he wanted her to become the strongest woman in the pack.And I was scared of that.The speed at which she improved was frightening. At this rate, she would be the strongest wolf in the world by the time she was eighteen.“Damn, she is getting better and better,” Peace said, and my gaze shifted to her. She cradled Light in her arms, and the tender baby yawned. The day Light was born was quite an eventful day for all of us. It was early in the morning, and we were all in the kitchen when her water broke. Ariana was the one who raised an alarm by saying, “Aunt Peace peed herself.”Peace, who was embarrassed, defended herself, but we all knew what was going on. We d
ROSALINE’S POV:“I do not need therapy.” I frowned at Damien, who gave me a tired look. He drove me down to my supposed therapist’s office, and I considered jumping out, but I had to remember that I was pregnant. Peace sat in the back seat, and I had no idea when she and Damien could be in the same space without growling at each other.“Yes, you do, Rosaline. You should have seen yourself yesterday; you were about to faint over something that wasn’t even there,” Peace said, and I folded my arms above my chest.“Okay, I admit that what happened yesterday was a bit out of character, but I am fine now. Just because I had one panic attack does not mean I need therapy." I defended myself, but neither of them looked like they would be going back on their decision.“It’s not just one; you have had several in the past."“I am not talking to you,” I snapped at Peace, and she reared her head back with surprise.“Rosaline, calm down. Peace is right, you, and since when did you two become best f
ROSALINE’S POV:“Yeesh, mothers are the worst,” Peace chuckled, and I shook my head with wonder. We were both at a baby store picking up some stuff for the baby. I mean, I know it was still a bit soon, but little by little, Damien and I would be getting some things ready. And we still did not know the gender of the baby, but we were able to get the essentials and some unisex clothes.“Tell me about it; my worst nightmare would be to end up like her sometime in the future,” I said with a huff. I picked up a pair of black baby shoes and inspected them. It was way smaller than my hand, perfect for a newborn baby.“Trust me, you will never be like that. Give yourself some credit; you are one of the best moms I have ever seen. This kid and Ariana are so lucky to have you,” Peace said, and her words warmed my heart. She picked up a pair of pink baby ballet shoes and put them in the cart.“Oh, no, we have to get unisex wear for now; I still do not know the gender of my baby,” I told her, but
ROSALINE’S POV:I am so hungry.I laid on my back on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I wondered how cruel Damien was. How could he just leave me like that to starve?I mean I know I have been eating for the past three hours, but doesn’t he know that it’s for two? He is so mean.Tears began to blur my vision, and my bottom lip trembled. I knew Damien did not love me anymore. It was the only explanation! Maybe because of what happened with Magnus, he is disgusted by me. Yes, that’s it. That’s why he didn’t want to get me the pizza.I really am unbelievable.“Good God, why are you crying now?”My eyes snapped to the door, and I found Damien standing by the doorway with a box that had steam coming out of it. Instantly, my nose picked up the scent, and I sat up quickly.“I thought you weren’t going to get me the pizza,” I said, and he walked over to me, setting the box of pizza in between us. He opened it, and the steam kissed my face. I could not stop the smile from stretching my lips a
ROSALINE’S POV:“Why is the food not ready yet?!” I snapped at Damien, who stirred the pot of pudding as fast as he could. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he whisked, turned, seasoned, diced, and sprinkled as fast as his hands could. Ariana was right by his side, helping in the little way she could, even though she could not quite keep up with his speed. We would have asked one of the maids to prepare it, but for some reason, I really enjoyed foods that were prepared by either Damien or Ariana and Damien was an absolutely horrible cook. So, the taste had nothing to do with my favouritism, just the sentiment. A part of me was grateful that Ariana was helping him out, so at least it would not taste like complete shit. Jake was here as well. But unlike the other two, he was completely lost and only helped with the dishes.“It’s coming; it’s coming. Just a few more minutes,” Damien said in haste.“Hurry up, I am so hungry,” I whined, picking up some pieces of carrot that he
DAMIEN’S POV:FEW HOURS EARLIER:She was still fast asleep. I slipped my arms away from her, careful not to wake her up. Gently, I got off the bed and exhaled. I do not know how long I stood above the bed staring at her, but I did not care. Somehow, the longer I stared at her, the angrier I got. Not because she now carried a child that was not mine, but because I let that bastard put that child in her in the first place.I need some fresh air.I left the room quietly and headed down to our gym. The hallway was still silent; I passed a few guards and even got some sleep. Figured. Everyone was quite tired; now that the enemy was eliminated, everyone was taking that break they had so long deserved.Except Rosaline.It’s like, no matter how hard I try to take her pain away, a new one starts.I took off my shirt and tossed it aside. I started on the punching bag and poured out every ounce of my frustration on it. All my anger, all my sadness, all my guilt, I threw into my punches. After a
ROSALINE’S POV: I could not stop screaming.Somehow, my body, which had been a practical vegetable for the past month, was full of life and rage. I threw and tossed everything in sight while I screamed out my lungs. I could hear people telling me to calm down, but I could not hear them. I could not hear anything; I did not want to.It was all coming back to me. that night. Magnus. His touch. Everything.“NO!” I grabbed a plate and shattered it against the wall. The shards flew across the air, and I think a few pierced me in the process, but I did not care. A pair of arms came up from behind me and swept me off my feet. I immediately recognized them as Damien’s and began to sob. “It’s not fair! No!"“Just calm down, baby. Please, just relax; you are hurting yourself,” he whispered, and I pinched my eyes shut. Tears fell helplessly down my face, and my body began to tremble. Damon held me and lifted me back to the bed.“I thought you would be happier, Luna. I am sure Princess Ariana wi
DAMIEN’S POV:It has been a month since I got Rosaline back and killed the bastards responsible. Well, technically, one of them was a coward and killed himself instead, but it was the same thing to me anyway.For the past month, Rosaline has been bedridden, but unlike me, she is not as fussy and agitated. I mean, at times she preferred to do things by herself, but you cannot compare the two of us when we are bedridden. It irks me down to my very soul that I cannot do so much as do the necessities of life.Anyway, after the first three days, she pretty much accepted her condition and let us help her around. “What other choice do I have? If I continue to struggle, then I might only make things worse for myself,” she had said, and I wonder what would have happened if I had said the same thing all those months ago when I was in her condition.I waited outside the room for Peace to finish dressing her up so I could take her downstairs for breakfast. I would have preferred if she stayed in
ROSALINE’S POV:Anger.That was the only thing in my heart. My heart once held so much fear, but now it is replaced with nothing but rage.Magnus. That demon. That devil.I cannot say that I remember much of what happened during our time in bed, but I did not want to. All I remember was screaming my lungs out until I passed out. But now I am left with one question that I most probably will never get an answer to.What did he do to me?When I managed to pull myself together and stay conscious for just a few seconds, I thought I was flying. My body was high up in the air, and I had no idea where the hell I was. But he was right beside me; that was the only thing I knew. He had his disgusting hands around my throat, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off. I did not know where that strength came from. I was pretty sure that I could not move at all just a few moments ago. But something overcame me when I saw him. I knew that he was the one holding me and keeping me over the edge, an