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
ROSALINE’S POV: After that, I just told him to go to bed. He needed it. I really did want to tell him that the woman hunting him was his mate, which was me, by the way, but I do not think he was capable of handling that at the moment. I mean, he looked like he was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.But I really did not know what I had hoped to achieve by prolonging telling him the truth. Maybe it was because a very big part of me did not want to; that part of me was scared. scared of things changing, and all this will be over.But then I remember my daughter and how she cannot be deprived of both a father and a mother for too long. I already miss her so much.Thoughts like these went through my mind as I watched Damien take off his suit. I had expected him to go to bed immediately after that, but he did something that had my jaw dropping to the floor. He grabbed my dress by the cleavage and ripped it in half.A gasp left my lips as my boobs sprung free and the dress pooled a
ROSALINE’S POV:I cannot believe I am back here again.One would think that after my experience during my last visit, I would never step foot here, but here I was. I was standing among the very same people that nearly took my life. Now I am their Luna, and the false respect is suddenly there.What a funny world we live in!The head of the southside village community was an elderly man with what appeared to be a permanent scowl on his face. He was dark-skinned and wore native attire that covered only half of his torso and the lower half of his body. Two built men stood by his side with a scowl similar to his.From the lines on their faces, I could tell that they hardly smiled; it made me curious but also sad.“I heard that you have been here once before your majesty," Rikkard said with a deep voice that nearly shook the room, as well as my composure if I was being honest. But I kept my expression neutral and myself composed. I sat upright and held contact with him from across the tab
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