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
DAMIEN’S POV: Her smile was everything.And I did not say this to sound cringy or romantic; her smile literally did something to me. It made me want to smile too. The excitement in her eyes as the bitch showed her the best designs her run-down store had to offer made her resemble a child.Her eyes sparkled when she saw glittery dresses, and her cheeks heated when she passed by the lingerie display. I watched her every reaction like a hawk, and I swear it got to the point that I was willing to buy the whole store for her.And I would have if she hadn’t turned down a couple of outfits she didn’t like."Okay, I think this is enough," she said once her hands were filled with clothes. A frown overtakes my lips when I see her struggle with the load, and I meet the shopkeeper’s eyes. There was no need for words to be exchanged; she knew exactly what needed to be done.She signalled for one of her workers to bring a cart, and they helped her dump the clothes into it."Are you sure? If you
ROSALINE’S POV:It’s been three days since Damien took away my ability to walk. When we got back to the palace on that day, he carried me up to his chambers while the servants took my bags. I could feel the glares of others drilling into me, but I did not care.One thing about me when I was near Damien was the fact that I always felt protected. No matter what or who it was,But that’s what scared me the most.What if one day he isn’t there to protect me? Or worse, what if he is the one who makes me need protection? What if he switches up like he did all those years ago? Will that happen the day he remembers me?All these questions are left unanswered, and if I were being honest, I did not want to know them either. I liked it here, and I liked how things were now. Well, except for the constant attempts on my life and the fact that I was miles away from my daughter with no idea how she was fairing.My heart ached whenever I remembered her.She was also a reminder that all this was
ROSALINE’S POV: The crunching of trees beneath my feet was the only sound that filled the air. I wandered around cluelessly, not bothering to hunt down the various bunnies and lizards that passed me by. I knew they counted as kills, but there was no way I could kill them in my human form. I mean, I could, but I did not have a weapon."Come out, Wolfie Wolfie, it’s time to work your magic," I said aloud, even though it wasn’t necessary. My wolf was an extension of me; we shared the same soul, so at times I did not even need to think before she knew what I wanted, and vice versa.But she was always so quiet. She never spoke to me.My wolf is my best friend, huh?"You and I do not have the best relationship; I do not know why, but we can’t do this forever, you know. We need to learn how to communicate and understand each other. And honestly, I do not understand you even in the slightest. So can we please try to get along?"Silence.A sigh leaves my lips just as my legs give up on me.
ROSALINE'S POV:My mind was filled as I walked into the silent halls. It was just Jennifer, Kiara, and me now. The games were almost coming to an end, and in two weeks Damien would have a bride.A Luna to this pack.This was not the plan. The plan was simple: get in the game and get kicked out as soon as possible.Now I'm among the top three? And I am also leading? No, no, no, this has to stop. But now I didn't want to; the bond Damien had severed all those years ago was slowly building back up, and the wound he had inflicted was healing.At times, I considered just putting an end to all of this. I wanted to remind him that we are mates. I wanted to remind him of what he had done to me all those years ago. I wanted to see his reaction.Would he be as hostile toward me as he was back then? Or would he feel sorry? And what would happen if I told him about our daughter?Fear crept up my spine as my mind began to imagine the worst. But these thoughts were interrupted when a hand wrapped a
DAMIEN'S POV: It had been almost two decades since I felt afraid. The emotion was unfamiliar to me; I never understood it. Maybe it's because I hardly ever felt it; I didn't know what it was or maybe I had forgotten what it felt like and how terrifying it is.But now I remember.I used to feel disgusted by those who felt fear, especially if it was for something that wouldn't kill you. But now I get it: fear doesn't always have to be associated with death.It came with a lot of things, like the fear of rejection, the fear of uncertainty, and the fear of loss.I felt the last one when I watched Maya's eyes fall shut as blood dripped out of her mouth. I was by her side instantly, her body falling limp in my arms."Maya? What's wrong?" I asked while tapping her cheek. My panic obliquely heightened when I did not receive any response; she didn't even move. "Maya!"Nothing. I scooped her into my arms and rushed towards the infirmary. My eyes were jumping between her pale face and the empt
DAMIEN’S POV:“How long are you going to act like an immature brat?"I rolled my eyes at my father’s words and dropped my chin on my fist. We sat on the balcony as usual, bathing in the warmth of the setting sun as the gentle wind blew our hair. I cannot believe I left the hospital to listen to this old man’s bullshit. But I could not risk him coming to where Maya was and causing a scene. Right now, I do not want her to experience any form of inconvenience; she has already been through enough.But as I sat down listening to my old man, I could not help this gnawing feeling in my chest; my wolf was screaming and howling in pain. Something was not right.“Are you even listening to me?" My father’s roar snapped me out of my thoughts, and I was starting to get annoyed.“What is the matter now? What have I done?” I demanded because I did not even know why I was here listening to all of this. Or was he having one of his mood swings again?“How long are you going to continue to delay your
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