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: Tingles go up my body as Damien's lips assault my skin. I felt a whirlwind of emotions as his hands snaked the back of my thighs before lifting me. He took me to the bed, our lips sealed and our moans heavy.He laid me on the bed before pressing his hardened member to my thigh, resulting in a moan to leave my lips."You look even better in this than I expected," he rasped against my lips, his fingers fiddling with the sparkling jewel on my neck. His words bring a lot of heat to my cheeks, but I need to stay focused; I cannot get distracted now."Wait, Damien, I didn't take this from you-" I started, but he cut me off."Who cares? As long as it gets to its rightful owner, then nothing else matters," he said before continuing to suck on my neck and unbutton my jeans."Aren't you at least worried about how it got to my bag? That means someone was in your room and went through your things; what if something else is missing?"He stopped.He did not look at me like he had j
ROSALINE'S POV:I am a big girl; I can take care of myself.That was the lie that kept replaying in my head on repeat. I knew in my heart and soul that I did not and could not believe that.Who am I kidding? How am I going to take care of myself in a palace filled with people who want me dead? "Can't I come with you?" These were the words that left my lips before my brain even got the chance to process them. What was I thinking? I couldn't go with him. Plus, that made me sound so damn needy, even though I did need him. What if there is another attempt on my life? Who would save me then? I can't fight off all of them.I never knew just how much I needed Damien until now.Damien paced the room with his hands entangled in his hair."You can't; it's not a place for women. But trust me, no one is going to touch a single hair on your head. Unless they have a death wish, of course," he assured me, but that didn't take my fears and worries away."And what if they do?" I whispered, and silen
ROSALINE'S POV:The alpha walked past me to stand by his wife's side. He draped his arm over her shoulders and shot me one of the fakest smiles I have ever seen. In his eyes, it was a message—a warning, rather.He knew exactly what I was going to say.My eyes jumped between the two of them, and I had to do my best to hide my disgust. My smile is tight, and I wrack my brain for what to say."Just that Damien is a very nice man, I am sure he will make a great alpha one day. But perhaps it would be better if he controlled his temper a bit; he's a bit harsh, isn't he?" I lied. The alpha glared at me; he did not buy my lie, but his wife sure did. The luna had this look of relief on her face as she placed her hand above her chest like she had expected worse.And it was worse."Yes, we do know Damien runs on a very short fuse. We are trying to guide him, and hopefully, when it's time for his coronation he will be a better and more respectable man, but with your help, of course," Marielle sa
ROSALINE’S POV:"He’s lying!" I screamed as I struggled against the guards' hold. Marielle had her mouth slightly ajar with shock, but I could see the anger building up in her eyes. When she focused her gaze on me, the sweet, happy bookworm I had met earlier completely vanished. Now I was staring into the eyes of an angry Luna.Her movements were quick; I did not know when she appeared right in front of me until her hand connected with my cheek with a force that had my head snapping to the side."I wanted us to be friends, yet this is how you want our relationship to be, right?" She seethed, her voice cold and distant. My cheek still stung from being hit twice, and I felt my eyes brim with tears, but not from the slap but from her words. I could not control the sob that left my throat as my body began to tremble. I hated what was happening, I hated how she did not believe me, and I hated how I was losing yet another friend because of a man. A worthless one at that.I do not think s
ROSALINE’S POV:I was surprised when Damien decided not to take the carriage into town, or any guards, for that matter. Usually, royals like him are accompanied by a convoy of at least two guards, but once we got to the city gates, Damien requested that the carriage be stopped and we walked the rest of the trip."Is this safe?" I asked him as we walked by the sidewalk, not failing to catch the glances and shocked looks we were receiving."Why? You got some serial killers after you?" He asks, and I can hear the tease in his tone."No, I mean for you. Aren’t you worried about getting attacked or something?" I asked him and he looked deep in thought for some time before shrugging."No, not really. I do not think anyone in my pack is dumb enough to attack me, unless they are suicidal, of course. And if they are, I would gladly help them with their wish," he said, and I was left bewildered. His amused chuckle fills my ears, and he takes my hand in his, sending a wave of electricity throu
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