DAMIEN’S POV: Mommy? She was a mother?I was a real idiot, wasn’t I?We had been apart for five years; of course, she had been with someone within that period; it was expected, and it was all my fault. I did not even have the right to be angry, but I was furious. And so was she, apparently, even more than me. She did not even look at me; her gaze and all her attention were on the guards holding the child.“I said, Let her go!" Rosaline screeched, and their eyes glanced between us, and I could see the confusion in their eyes. I do not know why, but that angered me more; my fists clenched and I barred my teeth.“Are you fucking deaf?" I snapped, and they immediately freed the child. It was a girl; she ran to Rosaline as fast as her little leg could carry. Rosaline dropped to her knees and opened up her arms for the girl. She swooped the girl into her arms and attacked her face with kisses. I watched the interaction between mother and daughter, and I swear that I felt even more stupid
ROSALINE’S POV:It should have been me.Not her.I never should have left Ariana in Gwen’s care, especially after that night we were attacked. My stupidity cost me the life of my best friend. She did not deserve that. Gwen was an angel; she was the only one who bothered to even look at me when I was out on the street with Ariana in my womb.She took me in and fed me. listened to me. kept my secrets. Helped me find a job. She was basically Ariana’s second mother.Gwen was more than just my friend; she was my sister.And this was my way of repaying her for everything she had done for me. all because of my cowardice. If I had just stood firm and revealed Ariana’s identity a long time ago, no matter what, I knew deep down Damien would have provided us with some sort of protection.I was just so selfish. I wanted Ariana all to myself, but that was not even the case anymore.I hated to admit it, but at times I was so caught up in Damien's love that I forgot I had a daughter and best frien
DAMIEN’S POV: This was weird, wasn’t it?I mean, I was practically spying on a little girl, but could you blame me? I just found out I had a four-year-old kid a few minutes ago. How am I even supposed to approach her? What do I tell her? How do I even start? How do people talk to kids anyway? Do I have to use that baby voice to get them to understand me?All these questions and more filled my mind, but not once was I prompted to step up to her and talk to her. why? She was just a child; there was no way I was scared of talking to a child.Right?Yeah, there was definitely no way; my feet were just glued to the spot for a completely different reason. I just needed to see what she was like. What was her personality like? From what I had seen earlier, she had quite a mouth on her. Was she a brat? Just exactly how had Rosaline raised her?"Alright, little champ, what’s your name?” One of Rosaline’s maids said I think her name was Peace. Or was it Stephanie? I do not know, and I really
ROSALINE’S POV:Today is Gwen’s funeral. The ceremony would be held in the pack cemetery, which was distinguished solely for the great wolves of our pack, mainly soldiers. And Gwen was just that—a soldier loyal to the end.There is a pang in my chest before I feel something squirm in my arms. My eyelids parted a bit to see Ariana curled up in my arms. Her head rested on my shoulder and her little limbs wrapped around me so tight that I was surprised I had not woken up due to suffocation. Her face was facing me, and her lips were slightly ajar. The sight was so precious that it brought a smile to my lips. My grip on her tightened a bit, and she hummed sweetly as she nuzzled her head deeper into my shoulder until I could feel her breath on my neck.I missed this.But I missed something else as well. I missed someone else. At that moment, my eyes were suddenly drawn to the chair situated beside the bed. Damien was sitting with his head down and his two legs spread apart. His hand held
DAMIEN’S POV:I hated this.I hated seeing her cry. I hated everything that she said, including myself.I have never felt so helpless before in my life. Standing just a few feet away from her and watching her cry her soul out drained mine. I knew how much she was trying to be strong because there were a lot of people watching, including Ariana, but I was not sure she could handle it anymore.She was on her knees before the gravestone with her head bowed, her hands covering her face, and her shoulders shaking tremendously. The sound that left her lips was like needles sent straight to my heart; the more she cried, the more it hurt like hell. but I had only one job right now, and that was to be with my daughter.Right now, Rosaline needed to grieve in peace.We all stood a few feet away from Rosaline and Gwen’s grave with our hats down and our heads bowed. About fifteen guards were surrounding us, and double that amount was provided by the gate and fences of the cemetery. We all wore
DAMIEN’S POV:“Can mommy come with us?” My daughter, who I am growing quite fond of, said as she looked up with me beady eyes. She batted her little eyelashes and made a face. I am sure she used to cajole her mother into doing her bidding. And damn, did it work.It was morning, and all three of us had slept on the same bed again. Although I had ordered that a room be prepared solely for Ariana, I knew it would take a very long time before she would actually agree to sleep in it. or Rosaline, for that matter. I had woken up first, and while brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I felt something tug at my pants.There she was.I never thought that anything could compare to Rosaline’s eyes, but oh, how terribly mistaken I was. I fell in love with mine through those of others.Ariana joined me in the sink, and I taught her how to use the toothbrush. That was when I noticed the clothes she was wearing and scowled. I recognized it as one of Rosaline’s shirts.“We need to go shopping; you are a
ROSALINE’S POV:I never thought I would find myself smiling again so soon. Ever since Gwen’s funeral, it felt as though my entire world had gone dark like there was no colour or warmth. Just a cold, empty void with faces I did not recognize. But then there were those two. I could not take my eyes off them because if I did, I was scared I would return to that world of frost.They were the perfect duo; their smiles were unique but identical. They were filled with so much love that it was contagious.I have never seen Ariana so happy or Damien so at peace before. Watching Damien push his daughter on the swing with a smile that appeared to be filled with fulfilment did something to my chest. It made me feel something I had never felt before.That was when I began to wonder: what would have happened if I had just told Damien the truth immediately and he had regained his memories? What would have happened if I had not stalled?Would we still be in the same place we are now? Would Damien
DAMIEN’S POV: She was adorable. I could not take my eyes off. It was like I had to take care of two babies at once.Rosaline sat on the veranda with her arms folded above her chest and a hard scowl on her face. She was glaring at nothing but thin air, and I almost felt sorry for it. I could not hide my grin as I approached her with my hands behind my back. My little gift for her was completely out of her sight.Yesterday we spent the entire day shopping for Ariana. I would occasionally catch a few of Rosaline’s envious glances, but whenever our eyes would meet, she would scoff and turn away. Do not get me wrong, I did want to get something for her, but whenever I asked her, she would tell me she did not want anything and we should hurry up and leave.But how could I miss the way she was staring at that Louis Vuitton bag and Versace golden heels?When we left the mall, I could have sworn she was on the verge of tears. She was so moody; perhaps her heat was approaching. When we got