ROSEThe entire scroll reads like an instruction manual in Latin; I could pick out a few words and guess a few symbols, but I’m missing the whole picture. After a few more unrolling, my brain felt like an engine that’s completed a million miles without break. It was then the scroll that I fetched earlier caught my eye. It was lying beside the first scroll that Rum had brought to the table so I stood to get it. Rum was immersed in his reading, which was a good thing, so I decided to continue minding my own business. Let’s see… this is the same scroll that Elena picked out for me back at the White Crown castle—manor—whatever. The scroll unrolled to reveal the same passages that I saw a few days ago and this time, they were being captured properly—earlier, the sentences felt like what I would see in an F1 racing car. It says that the born healer possesses both the abilities earned by the made healer and the ones gifted by the deity’s light; the former guides the essence of the deity
ROSE The library? I couldn’t stay focused on my thoughts. What did I do? Oh god… my tongue kept twirling around his, sliding and stroking, deliciously addictive. His hands slid up my dress from my waist to my breasts and started fondling them passionately. ‘Mmm…,’ I moaned in approval. I needed to get closer, to feel all his muscles… its strength and power—and my palms pressed against the door to push my body forward. The effort was rewarded with a grunt of delight from him—his brows knitted in frustration, as though we were in a competition and he had lost, and his body slammed against mine, banging my back on the door—-his kisses, fiercer, urging me to keep up. And I did, moaning harder, clutching him tighter, even though his chest was grazing my breasts like a dough, flattening my back against the door. Just when things were becoming hazy, his knee came between my thighs and started rubbing…. Electrifying sensations shot up from my toes, tearing my mouth away to let o
ROSEHis eyes widened with renewed revelation, as though he’s never heard those words spoken to him before. He didn’t seem upset. Rather, he looked relieved—he’s finally found someone who could say the words he’s been waiting to hear. ‘How is it….’ He gazed down at me. ‘That you always manage to say what I want to hear?’ I was too mesmerised by the shimmering swirls in his blue eyes to respond, and he added in a lowered voice, ‘I told you not to keep turning me on. But you keep doing it.’ His mouth inched closer. I wanted to kiss him too. But if I did, we won’t be able to stop till morning, and we need to start training now. So I shifted back and whispered, ‘I’ll try my best not to turn you on.’ When those gorgeous blue eyes blinked like a confused child, I stifled a giggle and mustered a serious tone. ‘What do I do to shift?’ Realisation crossed his face when I stepped back and—is that a pout? It was there for a flick of a second and then replaced by a university professor’s s
ROSEI jolted upright. Where am I? The wooden table with plates of half eaten lunch… the fireplace stocked up with fresh wood… the closed wooden door… the bright window… the naked superstar Rum sleeping soundly next to me—. Jesus Christ… I hooked my hair around my ear and rubbed my face, letting out a sigh of relief. We are in the werewolf world—not the human world. There’s no Goldie Sparks running after me with a gun, screaming, calling me a whore, the slut who brings the downfall of her beloved, superstar Rum. A light snore snapped me back to the cool air of the stone hut, the soft feathery sheets of the bed and the familiar warmth of the Alpha beside me. All the time up till lunch, he practised summoning that healing light inside him, and it made him so vexed that he immediately grabbed me after lunch, and we had wild, crazy sex until I knocked out due to exhaustion. I guess he slept right after I did—the plates weren’t cleared. I laid down again and snuggled against that b
ROSEWe left before the sentinels arrived—we had to; we promised Erasmo that we’d stay hidden. Once silence took over the surroundings, we reckoned that we were a good distance away from the market and stopped running. ‘You were right.’ I got off Rum’s back and met his gaze as he straightened and turned to me. ‘I shouldn’t have interfered.’ ‘But you said you had to. You must’ve sensed something.’ He took my hand and pulled me along as he moved up the slope at a more leisurely pace. ‘I did feel that he was on the brink of death.’ The Alpha smiled. ‘There you have it.’ I leaned closer, walking alongside him. ‘But what if they try to find me. And they found you?’ ‘Then we leave.’ He chuckled. ‘Every problem has a solution.’ He looked ahead, gazing at an imaginary distance. ‘The only issue is fear. Fear cripples all solutions.’ This Rum is the one in all the music that I’ve listened to and loved. The Rum who cherishes life and sees the joy in all experiences, good or bad. It’s th
ROSE Raw fear gripped my heart. So this is why Rum avoided a fight with Erasmo but not Belle; the Beta of Blue Rock pack is as agile as Rum but twice as strong. Though Rum is able to read every attack and retaliates strongly, he’s still only a fraction of a second faster. And each time they got to each other’s neck, I forgot to breathe. ‘Your little holiday in the human world didn’t soften you as I thought,’ grunted Erasmo with a confident smirk. ‘Shut up, you fucking boulder—.’ The Alpha was gritting his teeth as he tried to keep the Beta’s hand from gripping his throat. The smirk turned into a serious frown and Erasmo swung his elbow at Rum’s head—. I shot to a stand. And Rum ordered, ‘SIT DOWN!’ My hands grabbed into angry, frightened fists as I watched silently the Alpha, who had avoided the elbow from earlier, now crouching near the ground like a lion waiting for the right moment to take down his enemy. Erasmo had lowered his upper body too, in a defense stance,
QUINN It’s gathering. She can feel it. The dark whims. Strengthening in power. It can’t wait. It must be dispersed now or she won’t be able to do it alone—the more wolves involved, the greater the chance of it latching onto a warm body. Disperse it first then. Quinn halted before the door, her knuckles just an inch from the wooden surface. As fickle as her mind, she turned around and marched right back to the stairs. And the door swung open. ‘Quinn?’ Kristen’s sweet voice rang the cool air of the landing. ‘What is it?’ Can’t talk. Quinn spun back to face one of her two best friends. ‘Important. Something. Need to tell you.’ Kristen was smiling when she heard the serious tone and gave an even nod. ‘After dinner, your room?’ And a thumbs up was the born healer’s response. ***** ROSE I’m yours…. That deep, silky voice echoed in my ears as the face of it remained in a deep, peaceful slumber. Did he mean that? Or did he just say it cause it felt right at the moment? Or
RUMAre we mates?My knuckles brushed the soft skin of her rosy cheeks. Fuck, is there anything on her that isn’t rosy or looks like a fucking cherry? Are we mates? We are. The fact that we met—the second we did—we've become mates, bound by the blessings of the Moon Goddess. Destined to be together. Made for each other. So are we mates, you asked. There's only one answer: yes. But do you want to be my mate? That's what I wanted to know. After knowing that all we have between us is because of Her, because She orchestrated our meeting, She made us feel this way, would those sparks still be magical? Do you still think that you like me?Would you still want us to be mates? How is it that her skin gets softer each time? Fuck…. I want to feel it. One more time. On my lips. The way it streams across my rough lips like silk… and then it quivers with its own heartbeat…. I could no longer resist the temptation. I'm going with the flow. Why can't I resist her? Is it because she's my mate o