DAMIEN'S POV: Rage.That was all I felt as I watched them speak to each other in hushed tones. They were oblivious to my presence right above them; too bad I couldn't hear them.There was this hidden tension between them, and it made me angrier when I did not know why.But that was when a question came up in my mind. Were they lovers?My teeth gnarled, and my grip on the railings tightened. Fuck! Why can't I remember anything about her?Maya… Maya… Maya…That name was so strange and unfamiliar to me that I have no memory of anyone with that name. But her face... I could not deny that her face did look familiar, but that was it.“Why do you think I wouldn’t remember you?”A groan leaves my lips as those words ring in my head. They were my words; I can remember saying that once before. But to whom?So many questions, so few answers.I watched them for only God knows how long; I could not tear my gaze away from my wife. The way she looked so troubled and worried bothered me. What in God
DAMIEN'S POV:I always knew when she was lying.Whenever she did, she could not look me in the eye. Like right now.Her eyes went in every direction except mine, and I could see her mind swarm with a million truths as she tried to decipher which one of them I meant."I don't understand what you are talking about," she said once she managed to recover from her shock. She made her way to her closet, acted as though I were not in the room, and just asked her a question. My jaw clenched, and I shot to my feet and made my way towards her. I grabbed her by the waist, and a gasp left her little lips when I pushed her against the hardwood."What were you and Stephen talking about?" I clarified, and she visibly relaxed against me.What truth did she think I was asking for? Does that mean she was hiding something else from me?"I told you to forget about that, Damien," she said while trying to free herself from my grasp, but it only made me tighten it."Like hell, I would!" I snapped, and that
ROSALINE’S POV:What the hell happened last night?I have never felt so awkward before in my entire life. Why would Damien suddenly stop and then request to go to sleep? He looked like he was just as eager to have me, but then all of a sudden, he just stopped.I had hoped that we would talk about it in the morning, but to my disappointment, he was not even in bed when I woke up. My lips pouted when I did not feel his presence in the room; he was not even nearby.Judging by the faint scent of his cologne, I could tell that it had been some time since he left. A sigh leaves my lips, and I force myself out of bed. I would confront him about his weird behaviour whenever I saw him. I get myself ready for the day, and I am surprised when Stephanie and Peace are nowhere to be seen.I guess it was not only Damien who decided to act strange today.As I head down to the kitchen, I get this odd feeling at the back of my neck, like I am being watched. And I was not wrong.I spun on my heels swif
DAMIEN’S POV:FEW HOURS EARLIER:“Alright, I will help you find your mate,” Stephen said with a smirk on his lips. His eyes sparkled in a way I did not like. In a way, that said he was planning something.“Okay, then let’s go,” I said, but he shook his head negatively.“No, not right now. Tomorrow, I am guessing you did not tell your wife where you were heading this morning,” he said before returning his gaze to the table as another opponent stepped up to challenge him. Guilt overtakes my heart, but I do my best to ignore it. “How did you find out you have a mate anyway?” “I have been having these flashbacks of a woman, but I can’t see her face. I just know her name is Rosaline and that she is angry,” I explain, and he paused to look at me like I was crazy. But there was this hint of curiosity mixed with amusement in his eyes.“Angry? Why so?” “I do not know; I can only feel it. it’s frightening…” I trail off. I hated the way I was sounding; I was so confused and did not know what
DAMIEN’S POV:FIVE YEARS AGO:She was gorgeous.Extremely.I had been awake for the past three hours, and I could not get my eyes off her. I took in every one of her angelic features, and I wanted to trace them so badly. I wanted to embed her face in my memory, but that would be weird, wouldn’t it?If I were going to talk about something weird, I should talk about what happened last night. Fuck! What had gotten into me? I have never felt so angry and possessive over something or someone before. Was this what the mate bond was like?What now? What do I do now that I have a mate? I will not be the Damien Creed I once was, that is for sure. So no more late-night parties with girls, no more fooling around, and no more having fun? Shit, if my parents find out I have found my mate, they would mount me on that fucking throne, and I am so not ready for that.No, I am not ready for a mate. Not now. For fucks sake, I was not even twenty yet; I can’t have an entire dumped on my head because of
Rosaline’s POV:He killed him.Damien Creed killed his own best friend. Because of me.I could not take my eyes off Stephen’s lifeless ones; they bore deep into mine, plaguing me with a guilt that I might carry forever.The sound of Damien’s heavy breaths causes me to look up at him. He had his head grasped in his hands and appeared to be going through the worst pain imaginable, yet something told me it was not because he had taken the life of the man he had spent his entire teenage years with.“Damien?” I called out but got only a grunt in response. His face was turning a bright shade of red, and that was when a sense of urgency arose in me. Something was happening to him."Damien, what’s wrong?” I asked him, managing to summon enough courage to walk over Stephen’s body and to my mate, who needed help. I never cared for Stephen, even while we were in high school; Damien has always been far more important. I reach out my hand to him, but he retracts the second our skin makes contact,
ROSALINE’S POV: A groan leaves my lips as the sun's warm gaze infiltrates my eyelids. I turn to my side but am still given the same result. I thought this room was underground; how were there any windows? That was when it hit me. My eyelids flew open, and I sat up quickly.I was in my room—well, Damien's room.Anxiety shoots through me as I begin to wonder if everything has been a dream. I am the only one in the bed, but when I see Damien getting ready in front of the mirror, I immediately relax. He wore a white shirt and black pants. His gaze was focused on the mirror as he tried to fasten his tie around his neck.A smirk lifts my lips as I see him struggle. Quietly, I get off the bed and walk up to him. I made sure not to make a sound as I neared him, and when I wrapped my arms around him, he stiffened.“Hey,” I said against his chest, and he cleared his throat.“Good morning,” he said stiffly before getting out of my grasp. He put some distance between us before looking at me an
ROSALINE’S POV: I was almost terrified to open my eyes. The last few days started horribly the moment my eyelids fell apart, and I do not think I can handle that happening again. But then I hear a chuckle, and my face is hit with a gust of minty air.“How long are you going to lie there pretending you are asleep?” A voice I knew all too well said Slowly, I opened my eyes and was blessed with one of the most beautiful sights in this world.His eyes.“I think the real question is, How long have you been watching me?” I ask, and he smirks at me mischievously. Instead of giving me an answer, he takes my lips between his and kisses me passionately. The kiss was long, one of the longest I have ever had, if I were being honest. I could have sworn he did not want to let go. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer. His tongue first explored my mouth, and he hummed like he had never tasted something so sweet before. When he was done with that, he sucked at my bottom lip before
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