ROSANNE“Here she comes.” “She's the breeder, she's the one Alpha Mikhail broke the rules for.” “She's the one who's been clinging unto him even after the announcement of his engagement.” Clinging unto him? “She's a bitch, are you even surprised?” A bitch now? I stared at the blonde who'd just blurted out her nonsense and smirked. “How would you like to say that in front of the Alpha?” My voice was sharp and loud, making the maids flinch in surprise. On a normal day, I could have ignored the maids and walked in the opposite direction, but I felt like doing something unusual today. “Mi…Miss Rosanne.” She stuttered, her eyes wide with shock. I stepped even closer and smirked. “Didn't you just call me a bitch? I bet Mikhail would love to hear it from your lips.” She tensed, her face turning pale. “I…I..” “What?” I furrowed my brows. “You can be rest assured the Alpha would do nothing. You just have to speak your mind, say the truth.” I placed a palm on her shoulders, “You can ju
ROSANNE“You've just been playing hard to get.” Throughout the whole night, Landon’s words kept replaying in my head. I couldn't sleep, couldn't think straight, his words just kept repeating like it was under some sort of control. I'd thought the next morning would make me better. But even as I stepped down for breakfast, his words echoed in my ears again. It was almost like he was there, present, watching me with his stormy brown eyes. Clutching the railing hard, I inhaled a deep breath. What if I was really just playing hard to get? What if I was slowly developing some feelings for Mikhail? That was impossible. I'd never love him. Not when I was this close to escaping from hell. Immediately I entered the dining hall, my gaze met Landon's. He was there, sitting next to Mikhail and staring at me with his stormy eyes. My breath caught in my throat as he kept his gaze on me. What was he doing here? He had his own mansion, only comes here to train or have private discussions wit
MIKHAILRosanne thought I wouldn't notice. She thought I wouldn't notice the way she stared at my brother, the way her fingers trembled when I mentioned his name, and how she pushed her plate away immediately he left. I saw everything. I saw how much his presence meant to her, how much his absence made her frustrated. She could hide her emotions from everyone else, but not from me. It was as clear as day. And hell, acting like I didn't care was like stabbing myself in the chest. I could have just allowed her to leave after breakfast, but instead, I followed her and cornered her in the hallway. With my fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist, I held her in place. “We need to talk.” She tensed. She was still wearing her pjamas, which further showed she was bothered with something that had to do with him—Landon. She tried to wrench her wrist from my grasp, but I tightened my hold on her. “I don't like repeating myself, Rosanne.” While she tried to resist again, I pushed her aga
ROSANNEUpon getting into my room, I slammed the door hard and leaned on it, trying to catch my breath. Mikhail's lips were so soft, I didn't want to pull away. His touch managed to set my whole skin on fire within seconds. I should hate him. I do hate him. But his lips still lingered on mine. I paced around my room, patiently waiting for Mikhail. For walking away from him, he'd punish me—even if he didn't, he'd be standing outside my door right now, but he wasn't. In my pale blue pajamas, I kept pacing around my room, waiting for the devil I hate. The devil I badly wanted to escape from. But he never came. For the first time, no one came in to drag me to his office. He didn't barge into my room to demand an explanation. I groaned and stepped into the bathroom to have a warm shower. I slipped out of my pajamas and tossed them on the bed, turning on the shower as the warm water cascaded down my back. It was soothing, relaxing, but as the water dripped, Mikhail's face flashed
MIKHAILFrom a tender age, I'd always enjoyed being alone. Silence was my secret weapon. It calmed me, made me process my thoughts faster—it was literally my medicine. Sitting down in my quiet office was meant to make me calm, relaxed—but my thoughts were too loud, it was almost overwhelming. I'd tried to pretend the while shit didn't get to me, but it fucking did. Lex was restless. I was restless. We both saw the way Rosanne looked at Landon. She never gazed at me that way. He was like the angel with some white wings, dragging himself from heaven to save her, but I was the filthy demon who would gladly manipulate her.For the first time in my whole life, I began to wonder if I was too rough on her—Rosanne. Perhaps that was why she found comfort in Landon, my own brother. The mere thought of them together was enough to drive me insane. I stared down at the file before me and raked my fingers through my hair. Trying to work when my thoughts were occupied with Rosanne is a death
ROSANNEI walked through the hallway, still irritated from my last encounter with Mikhail. He kept making himself feel sort of important, and the fact that he was really important was upsetting to the core. It was almost time for dinner, but I wasn't even in the mood to eat. Suddenly, a hand covered my mouth, pressing hard against it as I was pulled into a corridor. I tried to struggle, but the asshole was so strong, my efforts were futile. He'd dragged me to a dark corridor, his features completely hidden behind a mask. “Keep quiet and I'll make this painless.” “Who are yo—” my words died in my throat as the man aimed for my stomach. In horror, I dodged his attack and got my arm stabbed instead. He pulled out the dagger viscously and pain exploded my whole body. I whimpered, staggering backwards as I clutched my bleeding arm, but he didn't stop. He stared at the dagger and smirked. “You shouldn't have dodged the first attack.” He took a step forward, and I took one backwards,
MIKHAILAfter dinner, Rosanne walked into my room. She looked hesitant, like she was walking into a trap, but this wasn't just about her. It was about me. I was slowly breaking my rules for her, allowing her Into my private space. The last time she was here for a reason, but now, she'd be right next to me—and I'd have to do without touching her. “You really promise not to touch me?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she folded her arm over her chest. With her long hair down, she looked like an innocent little puppy I couldn't wait to ruin. She was tempting, and the mere idea of not touching her was like fire in my bones. Was she sure I made the rules myself? Cause I wasn't so sure if I'd keep my promise. Her stabbed arm wasn't visible from her pjamas, but from how pale her face was, I could tell she was still in pain. I leaned against the headboard, crossed my legs and smirked. “Do you think I'd break a promise in just a day?” Lies. Fucking lies from the pit of hell
LANDONI punched a guard's jaw. Hard. Brutal. It made my knuckles bleed, but I didn't care. Pain was a part of me, a tiny whisper lurking behind to drag me back to my present. I'd always been different from Mikhail. He was my little brother. The one who can't hide his demons. The one who badly craves control but doesn't beg for it. He gets whatever he wants. But me? I'd hidden the demons in me all my life. I was the eldest, the wisest, one who thinks before making a strike, but sometimes, I just wanted to be reckless. But I couldn't let my mask slip. I couldn't let the reputation I'd taken so long to build slip and crumble. The guard writhed beneath me, tapping my shoulder to give in, and I released him. Mikhail would keep on with the thrill, enjoy having someone beneath him. He called red his favorite, loved the way it spilled from the victim like a hobby. But I had control. A lot of it. But it was slowly starting to slip. I could feel it. Sense it. But I could still hand
ROSANNEWhatever Irene did, it worked, because the next day after that dinner, the whole pack began to spite me. As I walked across the hallway towards the training field, a particular maid eyed me like I was some piece of shit, irritation tugging at her brows. “She's the breeder trying to take the Luna's space. I can't believe the Alpha lashed out on her for his breeder when their wedding was in a day.“ “She enjoys wrecking marriages, can't you see?“ “Only sluts become breeders, you should know that. She's starting to show us who she truly is, a pathetic bitch desperately clinging to Alpha Mikhail for attention. A whore.“ I sank my nails into my flesh, ignoring their whispers which were clearly loud enough for me to hear. It was intentional, but I was in no mood to interfere. Irene caused this, it'd be her pleasure to get a reaction from me, but I wasn't going to give her that. Mikhail had stopped locking me in. Maybe he was changing, but I couldn't really trust him, not when my
ROSANNE It was Selene's wedding, and trust me, she was the most beautiful bride I'd ever seen. I'd always loved blending with the crowd, but Selene made me stand and watch as she walked down the aisle. Strangely, even as I stared at Selene, I felt Mikhail's intense gaze on me. It made me so uncomfortable, I badly wanted to leave the wedding. As soon as the wedding came to an end, I went straight to my room to pack up my bags, and suddenly, Mikhail barged in, looking like he'd just heard the most pathetic news of his whole life. “Rosanne, we need to go now.“ I nodded, pressing my lips together, “I'm packing up my bags. I thought we'd be leaving tomorrow.“ I glanced up to stare at him, watching as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He was pissed. “We're leaving now.“ “Okay.“ I whispered, and didn't bother to argue because it was of no use. Selene told me a little about Mikhail when he was younger, and he was still the same way. Domineering, controlling, dark, manipulative. I was
MIKHAIL“I want my wedding to be the most talked about wedding in the whole world.“ Selene's tiny mischievous voice echoed in my ears as I tried to paint the gloomy sky. She kept whispering in my ears, messing up my paint, whining about how large she wanted her wedding to be.And a decade later, today, as I watched her walk down the aisle, I couldn't help the proud smile that bloomed on my lips. She did it, eventually. It wasn't going to the largest wedding, but it'd definitely be the most talked about. Alpha Zayne was sitting next to me. He sniffed, wiping his tears slowly. “isn't my daughter so beautiful?“ He asked, his eyes never trailing away from the bride clad in a white flowing gown. Then I saw her—Rosanne, standing a few meters away from Selene. She wasn't the bridesmaid, I didn't know why she was standing there, but she looked goddamned beautiful, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.Her raven black hair was in a bun, with a few strands framing her heart shaped face. Her
ROSANNEI couldn't believe what I'd heard last night—Landon's departure from the pack to human territory. He was gone, he didn't say goodbye, and god, I couldn't explain what I felt. Anger, pain, rage? It felt suffocating to accept the fact that I was all alone again. I was all alone with Mikhail again. “Ross.“ Mikhail's familiar voice settled in my ears as he sat right next to me, his broad shoulders brushing mine. “You know, last night—”“We..we shouldn't talk about last night.“ I whispered, sitting upright. I wasn't really expecting him to join me here. Due to the preparation for Selene's wedding, I thought he'd be busy and extremely occupied. He slowly turned to face me, his lips pressed together tightly. “You hate me, don't you?“ “I don't.“ He chuckled, his palm resting on his thigh. “You look like you were forced to say that. I can tell with a single glance how much you hate me.“ “Then, do you know why I hate you?“ I shouldn't have said the word, but I couldn't help it. For
MIKHAILRosanne's scent still lingered on my skin. I could taste her on my tongue, feel the heat of her skin pressed against my lips. And yet, I walked away.Not because I wanted to.Because she asked me to.Because her voice trembled when she whispered, "Just go, Mikhail."I clenched my jaw, walking down the dim hallway, trying to focus on the sound of my footsteps instead of the chaos in my mind. I shouldn’t have touched her. I knew I shouldn’t have, but when she looked at me like she was broken, I couldn’t stop myself.I never fucking can.God, what was wrong with me?She hates me. And still, she moans my name like it’s a goddamn prayer.A sick part of me craved that hate. Like if she hated me enough, maybe I could stop wanting her so badly. Maybe I could stop thinking about what it’d feel like to make her mine again. A low growl rumbled from my chest. I dragged a hand through my hair and leaned against the cold wall. I needed air. I needed control. I needed her.And I couldn’t ha
ROSANNE “Who the hell is that?“ Mikhail cursed under his breath, the loud knock slicing through our fog of pleasure. It was Selene. Her voice was muffled, but it was clear. Panic flooded my whole body. Mikhail's head was still buried in my thigh, his tongue hovering above my bundle of nerves. He didn't want to stop, I didn't want him to either, but I pushed him slightly, my toes curling in pleasure. “Stop Mikhail.“ I whispered, sitting upright, “someone's there.“ Mikhail's lips brushed my thigh one last time before he pulled away, frustration gleaming in his beautiful eyes. It was insane how I didn't want this moment to end, insane how I still wanted all of him buried in me, but I hated it as well. There was desire in his eyes, lust, pleasure. And maybe his eyes were a reflection of my own crazy feelings. The red backless dress was given to me by Selene since I didn't bring any outfit for occasions like this. Mikhail's eyes lingered on my bare body for a brief second before he
ROSANNESelene eventually convinced me to attend the party. It was safe to say she threatened me into attending the party, but as soon as we walked in, I bumped into someone I never thought I would—Mikhail. He was breathtaking. And I hate the fact I thought about him that way. He was Mikhail, the one who crushed my dreams. I wasn't supposed to crave him to the point of getting wet, but I did. Due to the insane feeling coursing through my veins, I stepped into the shower to get it out of my system. I tried to get the image of him from my mind. I tried to forget his intoxicating scent, tried to forget the warmth of his skin on mine. I didn't know if it was the pregnancy messing with my emotions, but I suddenly wanted him to fuck me. Hard. My body was betraying me and it sucked. It sucked. I trembled under the shower, the water cold against my skin. Then there was a small click, a small sound. For a brief moment, I turned to the right and was stunned by the sight of Mikhail. He
MIKHAILThe bass beat pulsed through my veins as Alpha Zayne pointed at a red haired stripper. “She is such a slutty woman.“ He grinned, grabbing the amber liquid on the round table. “It's a pity I'm already married. My Luna would have my head if she saw me here.“ I leaned back on the brown couch, tapping my fingers against the table. “We came here to unwind a little, Alpha Zayne.“ I spelled, running my fingers over my half filled glass. “Besides, you invited me here.“ “I know, I know.“ He poured more drinks into his empty glass, his movements swift and elegant. “It's not a bad idea, right? I mean, it's called “unwinding” passing rules and signing files in that goddamned office is close to driving me insane.“ I chuckled softly, my gaze darting towards the same stripper. She held my gaze, her lips stretched in a wide smile, a perfect approach to hit a nail in the head—only that I was completely different from other men. I felt nothing from staring at her exposed peaches. Rosanne co
ROSANNE Selene walked across the hallway, her heels brutally striking the marble tiles. We'd been walking past paintings for a few minutes, and strangely, she didn't halt to tell me where we were going. Her hips kept swaying, she kept walking down the hallway, and suddenly, she paused before a large door. “Where are you taking me?“ I glanced around,staring at the hallway that was devoid of any warmth. There were only sculptures and paintings, no single maid in sight. I knew she wouldn't hurt me. She couldn't—not when she knew Mikhail would burn the world to ashes if he found out. “You'll see.“ She smiled, pushing the large doors open. She walked in, but I stood outside, glancing around. I didn't know what she was up to, but for the sake of my child, I took in a sharp breath and advanced towards her. Stepping into the room, I realized it was a vast space with a mini garden, a bed, and even locked doors in it. The roof was different from any I'd ever seen. It was made of pure glas