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