ROSALINE’S POV:“Who are you?"That question had a lot more effect on me than I would like to admit. It had the blood in my veins freezing and my mind flooding with hundreds of thoughts. What did he mean by who am I? I am Maya. Or has he forgotten me already? Or even worse, did he remember me?But why now? Why would he suddenly ask me that? Did he finally recognize my face after all this time?I watched him for any sign of anger, annoyance, or even recognition. There was nothing but genuine curiosity; how was that even possible? Or maybe I am overthinking everything.He sat across from me on a table. He wore a white shirt with a red and black flannel shirt and black jeans. His hair was messy yet so perfect; a few strands fell above his hooded eyes, which only made him look more attractive.I was surprised when he asked me to go out for lunch with him. It was so strange that Damien Creed never asked for anything. He always demanded it. I had almost asked him about today’s challenge,
ROSALINE’S POV: No.Is what I would have said if he had not looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, not to mention that we were being watched by what felt like hundreds of people? Some women looked at me with jealousy, while others watched with happiness and anticipation.I wonder how it would look on the news if the headlights read “INFAMOUS ALPHA PRINCE GETS REJECTED BY A MERE PEASANT.”Yeah, immediately that popped up, and I would be running for my life all over again. I would be running from my father, Magnus, Damien’s father, and, of course, the devil himself. And it wasn’t like I wanted to reject him...I was torn. A part of me wanted to say no, but an even bigger part wanted to accept.That little girl in me still wanted her fairytale romance; she still wanted to experience the love she had heard about when she was a kid. The type of love she had read about in the books and watched in the movies—could I really experience all of that if I accepted? Could I really be that selfi
DAMIEN’S POV: She was a natural-born queen. The way she sat on the throne looked so natural like she was created to be there. I do not know why, but I felt this sense of pride seeing her give orders alongside that mother. She was a natural.“Your majesty, I have something to tell you.” I heard the voice of one of my soldiers. I took one last glance at Maya before leaving the throne room. I follow him down to our security room, where I know no unwanted audience can hear our conversation.“What is it?” I asked him, not bothering to hide my annoyance. I did not know why I was annoyed, but being taken away from Maya for any reason was something that never sat well with me. What he had to say better be important, or I will tear him to shreds.“We sent word to the Vondell family concerning their daughter’s death and…" he trailed off, which only heightened my annoyance. After Kiara was mysteriously murdered right in front of me and I was certain Maya was safe, I ordered a message to be s
ROSALINE’S POV: I need to get out of here. They have found me and I am going to die.I need to get Ariana and get the fuck out of here; we are not safe anymore. It was definitely Magnus or my father who sent Kiara to kill me; who else could it possibly be?My attention is brought back to Damien, and I wonder if it was right of me to leave while he was so worked up like this. He had been pacing his room for almost an hour, sighing and rubbing his face while laying curses every once in a while. The frustration and confusion were evident on his face.Just when I am about to attempt to calm him down, the door comes flying open and his father comes storming in. There is a large vein bulging at his neck and temple, and his face was a bright shade of red. I suppose the hell is not over yet.“What in God’s name is the matter with you? At this point, I feel a psychiatric hospital is in order! Sending my men on missions without my permission? And for what? For this stupid bitch? Do you reali
ROSALINE’S POV: The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the second-most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The first was the face of my daughter, but Damien’s sleeping face was the second. He looked so innocent and harmless when he was asleep that I could not get enough of it. He laid his head on top of my chest with his arm draped over my stomach. His lips were partially parted, and little snores escaped them. I found it funny how this big and fearless man could look so harmless and childlike. It made me wonder what it was like way back when I was a child. As I watched him, I could not help but notice the uncanny resemblance he had to our daughter.Shame they would never meet.A knock came on the door, ruining this peaceful moment. A minute passed, and the knock came once again. I felt sorry for whoever was on the other side because when Damien’s eyelids flew open, they revealed his red, enraged eyes. He muttered something inaudible under his breath, but something told me it
ROSALINE’S POV:Today is my wedding day. The day every girl dreams about from their teenage years is the day that they have fantasized about every detail and every moment of how it would be spent. But I never did, and even if it was for just a second, I never once fantasized about getting married to my mate, who did not even remember my real name.It was every girl’s dream to get married to their mate, and it was every girl’s dream to have a mate who would treat her and turn her into a queen. But not like this.I never liked this. There was no way in hell I was doing this.This is what I told myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was not even sure if this was my reflection anymore; there was no way that the girl who stared back at me was me. I have never seen a girl so unhappy before. I was covered in layers upon layers of makeup. I appeared almost unrecognizable. The dress I wore started with a crystal white corset that squeezed my torso and pushed out my cleavage.
ROSALINE'S POV:So here I stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom with a plastered smile and a hole in my heart. I made it look convincing, and I concealed my hurt because I did not want to ruin this day for anyone.Even though this was the day that was supposed to be all about me,But it's also Damien's. I mean, look at him; he looked so happy. His smile was almost reaching his ears, and it only worsened the feeling in my chest. He wore a dashing midnight black suit, and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone as usual to reveal his tanned chest. His striking silver cross hung loosely around his neck, looking attractive as always.The music began, and I could feel the eyes of hundreds of wolves on me. I inhaled deeply to calm my nerves and straighten my back. Setting my eyes ahead, I held my head high and my pride higher as I began to make my way down the altar.My steps were calm and calculated; I made sure to make them as graceful as possible, but all my attention was
ROSALINE'S POV:His smile shone brighter than crystals as he stretched out his hand for me to take. We stood at the centre of the ballroom, and all eyes were on us.I accepted his hand, and warmth spread up my arm. The music began, and our bodies moved with the beat. My eyes found his, and I got lost in them. Soon the other guests joined us on the dance floor, yet somehow we were the centre of attention.I guess it was to be expected from the bride and groom.Tingles go up my body as Damien tightens his grip around my waist and lays his forehead on mine. A breath leaves his lips, and he shuts his eyes. His voice is a whisper when he says,"I don't know how or why, but it suddenly feels like I am complete. A part of me has been missing for a long time, and now it's finally here, right in front of me. Dancing in my arms."Oh no, don't be romantic now.Something twists in my chest, and I feel tears sting my eyes."I felt the same way the day I saw you again," I whispered to myself, but I