Rosalie
The water hit my skin like shards of glass running through my veins.
Wincing against the pain as Alexander holds me and gently lowers me into the water. I try to clamber away from the torture, but he holds me firm, whispering words of encouragement to me. I could barely hear what he says, the pain is all I can think about.
“It hurts.” I cry out, trying to break away.
“I know, but this is the quickest way to warm you.” His words were soft and brushed through me like a gentle caress. I look up at him through my teary eyes and try to relax back into the bath. My whole body spasming as the intense heat engulfs me.
Eventually, the pain begins to ease, and rather that the feeling the two extremes of hot and cold all at once, my body temperature begins to rise, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could feel my fingers and toes again.
I look down at my body, noting how my fingernails were caked in mud,
I woke up on mine and Alexander’s bed, completely disorientated and unsure as to how long I had been out for. My mind felt foggy like I had just risen from a bad dream. The fact it was pitch black outside told me that it was late at night. I woke with the feeling of heat burning my skin, like I had just climbed into a bath that was still too warm. Pulling myself up, I step gingerly from the bed. The pain in my collar bone from where Alexander had marked me throbbed painfully, a stark reminder of the fact he had marked me against my will. Only the pain seemed to have intensified. It worked its way down my arms, and chest, all leading to a point in between my legs that throbbed just as intensely as the mark itself. Hate surged through me, all of which was aimed at the man who had claimed me as his. It wasn’t so much that he had marked me, it was more the fact that with this mark, it meant that there was no hope for escape again. At least not without tell
I fell in and out of consciousness. Each time I came around I tried once again to open the door or to gain someone’s attention, only to be pulled back under by the burning need within me and the darkness dancing around my peripheral vision. I could no longer hear Nancy’s shuffling outside my door. Everything was silent. That was until the pain in my gut kicked in once more, and the silence was broken by my garbled moans. I tried to push through the pain, but I could barely move past wrapping myself into the foetal position. Even when the door was pushed open and I was forced back by the door, I didn’t notice. It was like all of my other senses had been turned off, and pain was all I could feel. “Rosalie.” A concerned voice echoes through my mind, but I couldn’t place who it was, or where it came from. I cried out as another wave hit me. “Shit, Rosalie, I need you to get up for me sweetheart.” The voice came again. Could it be…? No, it couldn’t be Alexander, t
Those words were all he needed to hear. He swooped me up into his arms and before I knew what was happening, I found myself led flat out onto my back looking up at the heavy drapes of the bed with Alexander’s mouth on my heated skin. “The foreplay will not help you with the pain. There is only one thing to stop that.” He murmurs against my neck. “But it is up to you, my Rosa.” “Now, you are giving me a choice?” I question him irritably, ignoring the delighted thrill that his new name for me sent through my body. He pulls back and looks down at me, his face full of sorrow and knew in that instance that he was ashamed of what he had done to me. A pang of guilt washed over me, but I now was not the time to go over that. My body was already bubbling with heat from the loss of his touch. “It’s fine. Please just take the pain away Alex.” I place a gentle hand to his cheek, forcing his to look me in the eyes. He still looked hesitant. “I need you.” I
We fell asleep in each other’s arms soon after. Both completely naked and spent from the love making. But our reprieve didn’t last for long. My heat was not done with us yet. And when I woke up once again in a hot sweat, the first thing I sought out was Alexander’s form next to me. Much to my surprise, he was still there, holding me close to him. Unlike me, he was wide awake and casting his watchful gaze upon me. “It’s started again.” I whisper, feeling my cheeks heat at the embarrassment of the situation we found ourselves in. “I know.” Was all said as he shuffled down the bed and back under the covers. “You know?” “I can smell you little mate.” He all but growls, taking me by surprise as his lips come down and place a tender kiss on the mound of my breast. I suck in a moan at the electric shock that it spikes in my chest. “You can smell me?” I try to keep my thoughts straight as Alexander sucks in a pert nippl
My heat lasted for three more days before the constant hunger to be bedded started to abate, and we could leave each other’s company for longer than a few moments. We had barricaded ourselves into the bedroom for the majority of the time. Alexander adamant that he didn’t want to take any risks with any unmated wolves catching wind of my scent and having to defend my honour. The times that we did leave the confines of the bedchamber, were either to head downstairs to the living floor below and eat, or to head out onto the terrace above. Despite my reservations about Alexander having marked me, it had given us a chance to get to know each other better. Forcing us into each other’s company and embrace. I discovered that there was so much more to Alexander than just the moody, solitary Alpha King, who angers easily. And there were even moments that I witnessed the fun-loving carefree Alex that Lucille had told me so much about. As the days went on, my ang
“Rosalie…” Alex warns in a husky voice. Lust evident in his eyes. “Now is not the time to be playing around with me.” “I’m not playing with you Alex. I’m being serious….” I look him dead in the eyes. My hand lifting and cupping my heavy breast underneath my thick dressing gown. “I want you to take me right here under the stars.” He sucks in a deep breath as he watches my hand give my breast a gentle squeeze. I could see the thickness of his own arousal spasming in his trousers and it screams to be released. “No Rosalie.” He denies once more, his desire obvious as his blue eyes darken in wanting. “Please Alex.” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes, a slight pout on my face. He shifts uncomfortably on the spot. “You want me to take you here, right now? Where my men can sit and watch me fuck you?” He looks at me incredulously, a small tick in his cheek as he tries to keep his temper under control. “Alex, its dark,
Alexander Being hauled up with Rosalie had its perks, that was for sure. But ultimately, I knew that it had to come to an end. I had a Kingdom to run, and a battle to prepare for. And whilst I was laying claim to my mate, my beta had been dealing with the impending arrival of my uncle. It had cast a dark shadow over Castle Black. Everywhere I walk, people fell silent. Their solemn expressions watching me, waiting for me to give the order that the battle had arrived. We knew it wasn’t going to be for months yet, yet still none of us could shake the feeling that it could happen at any minute. As soon as Rosalie was able to function long enough without feeling the burning desire to strip where she stood and insist of me taking her on the spot, no matter who was watching, I returned to join the war council. And so far, I hadn’t missed much. It would seem that even my top war generals were unable to come up with a battleplan that would de
Alexander Estelle flounces into the war council chambers with her head held high and a bounce in her step. A complete change from the last time I saw her where she was barely able to stand from having done a locator spell. From what Arthur had told me, she had kept to her own quarters, not really coming out unless explicitly asked for. What had got her in such a good mood was beyond me. I had expected to find a frail woman who could barely stand. “Your Majesty.” She bows with an arrogant grace. “How may I serve you.” “You are aware that my uncle had declared war on the castle?” I ask her. “I am, your majesty.” “Then you will also know that currently we are at the disadvantage. William has troops in numbers that are far greater than ours. If we do not get reinforcements in, then we are all as good as dead.” “And how does that affect me sire?” “I need you to find a way to contact our packs.”
Hi guys! Wow! I feel like the last chapter has been a long time coming, and for that I am sorry. For those of you who do not follow me on social media, my family has had a run of bad luck with illness over the last month, most recently that we have all been isolating with covid! I feel thankful that we were all able to get through it reletively easily, but it has taken me a few weeks to recover, hence the delay. But Mists of Time has now offically come to a close, and will hopefully be marked as complete during the course of the next week of so. I want to thank each and every one of my readers who have managed to get this far. Your comments and likes are what drives me to keep on writting. If you are not ready for Rosalie and Alexander's story to be over, do not fear! My plan is to pick up straight away with book 2! I have begun working on The Return of the Luna Queen and will share some more information in the n
Some months later… Life had all but returned to normal in Castle Black. After several days of recovery, Alexander had finally found himself once again in full health. And for all of those days, he refused to let me out of his sight. Instead, I found myself bound to his side, forced onto his uncomfortable recovery bed, pressed against him as he caressed the small bump of our unborn child. It seemed that each day that passed by, the small life growing inside me got stronger and before long his tiny kicks could be felt. Alexander knew now that he was to have a son. Something which I already knew in my heart but was confirmed by alexander’s ex vampire lover. A son that not only the history books will record, but Thomas would grow to be one of the most powerful and well-known Black’s in their long history as leaders. He would be the one to see them through to the start of a completely new age. He would be th
“Rosalie.” Alexander murmurs through his sleep. I find myself fighting to pull my eyes open, my temples banging in my head, threatening to bring on the worst headache imaginable. “Alex?” “Rosa. I’m here.” His voiced sounded stronger now. Although still deeply etched with undertones of fatigue. Managing to pull myself up off of the floor, a hand on my head to try and prevent by brain exploding out of it, I find myself at Alex’s bedside once more. Much to my relief to find him alive and well. Opposite me stood a very confounded healer. His glasses askew as he tried to take stock of Alex’s miraculous change. “I don’t know how this is possible. It’s as if all of your side effects have just disappeared. How is this possible.” He murmured to himself whilst inspecting the wound on Alex’s stomach. Although the wound was still very much there, it did at least look better. The harsh red swelling and putrid discharge had abetted, and it look very much as
Alexander Everything around me was cast into darkness. I couldn’t even see my hand before me as I reached out and tried to feel my way out of the darkness. It shrouded me from every corner, the feeling of repression and bleakness sitting heavy upon my chest. No matter which way I turned, there was nothing to be found, nothing to be heard or felt. Just a never-ending pit of helplessness and that there was something missing inside of me. No matter how much I tried to think what I could be missing, I simply couldn’t work it out. In fact, I was struggling to remember anything at all. Nothing really mattered, all that I could find myself caring about was the emptiness, and the feeling of missing something. “Alex.” A voice called out to me through the nothingness. Looking around myself I tried to work out where the voice had come from. It was the sweetest voice I had ever heard, and my heart thrummed
The figure turns towards me with a slowness that chills me to my soul. The mist laying heavily around him so that I could not make out who sits upon the horse. Their leather boot taps the side of the horse gently, pushing the beast to walk forward with impossibly slow steps. Each step closer, only making me even more on edge. “Rosalie?” a voice calls out. My heart stops in my chest, my breathing coming fast. “Shit, they know who we are.” Every inch of my body seizes with fear making it impossible to breath let alone move. Nina’s fight or flight instinct battling within me. She pushes herself to take control, her heightened senses coming into focus as she takes in the figure coming towards us. I turn to make a run for it, only to be held back by Nina. “Will you think rationally for one moment!” she chastises. “Firstly, they are on a horse, there is no way you can outrun them. Secondly, they know who you are
I found myself saddled and ready to ride back to Castle Black within the hour. Having spent moments to ponder what had just happened, I realised that I had no time to waste. It was obvious Veronica’s sudden appearance was no mistake. She was sent by Xavier, just as William had been sent before her. The very fact that she was there at all could only mean that William had failed in his mission. Veronica had been a contingency plan. One that I am sure would also have a plan C. Wolfridge was a hive of day-to-day activity. No one had even been aware of what was happening on the beach below. I was confident that Veronica was not working alone, how she arrived at the secluded beach without anyone noticing was a mystery to me. I could only assume that there were spies amongst us. Both here and in Castle Black. If Veronica knew that William had failed in taking back the werewolf throne, then I would have to assume that so did Xavier. Now that Veronica had also been pu
Veronica Delacour was a name that I definitely hadn’t heard before. I didn’t need to see her clearly to know that the woman standing before me was a vampire. Her mere presence stunk of danger, and the coppery tang of blood hovered over her in waves. Fear spiked in my chest. But I refused to allow her to have an effect on me. I looked the shadowed figure over. “What is it that I have that you could possibly want?” I ask her, silently seeking Nina out from the recesses of my mind. “You have no idea, do you?” She asked me, a sneer evident in her voice. The woman spoke with a heavy accent, accentuating each symbol with a guttural rasp. Her voice was reminiscent of Estelle, only harsher. “No, I don’t, care to enlighten me?” I tried to keep my voice light so as not to show she was having any effect on me. “You poor dear. I almost feel sorry for you.” She took a small step forward and lowered herself onto a rock close by. “How much do you kno
Rosalie It had been a week since we arrived at Wolfridge. And it had been the longest week of my life. For the most part, we had fallen into a routine. But for me, I found myself constantly on edge. We had no way of contacting home. Even the mate bond gave me little comfort. There had been next to no news at all. Bar a few stranglers that had joined us a few days later. The guards that had come with us took residence on the wall that protected us, a constant look out for any sign of danger or a messenger with news from home. Although I could still feel his pull deep in my gut, I physically couldn’t reach him through our connection. Try as I might, the mind-link never seemed to fall into place. And to top everything off, I was now in my ninth week of pregnancy, and I was struggling. The morning sickness was in full swing. My hormones were playing havoc on me. In the
I stood my ground, my feet shoulders width apart as I take in the scene around me. All about me was carnage. Bodies flung lifeless across the battle ground, their life force weeping out from mortal wounds onto the frozen ground. The sound of battle cries echoed through the forest ringing in my ears. Screamed of pain and fear. I was pleased to see that the majority that were scattered around me were rogues and not the men and women of my own people. As much as Silas craved bloodshed, I took no enjoyment out of war, and if there was a way that this could have been avoided, I would much rather take that path. But at the same time my duty remained to my kingdom, and I refused to step aside and allow a dictator to take over. My uncle stood across from me. He chest heaving with each breath he took. His bare chest covered in blood and dirt. I wasn’t sure if the blood was his own or not, but I dearly hoped that it was. “So, Uncle, you have what you came for.