For years, the Lycans and werewolves have been locked in a bitter war, their hatred spanning generations. Rosalee, born under tragic and cruel circumstances, was abandoned as a baby at a werewolf pack. Treated worse than the lowest omega, she endured years of neglect and scorn. On her sixteenth birthday, everything changed. Her first shift revealed a truth that shattered her world, Rosalee was no ordinary werewolf. Cast out from the only home she had ever known, she was forced to fend for herself, alone and afraid. Desperate for safety, Rosalee found refuge in a quiet human town, where she built a new life. Working at a small hotel, she finally felt a sense of belonging, even forming a close bond with Dameon, the son of the hotel’s head chef. But her secret loomed over her like a shadow, a constant reminder of what she could lose if the truth came to light. Her fragile peace is shattered when the Lycan King, a powerful, enigmatic figure, arrives at the hotel one fateful night. His presence is a threat to the life she’s built, and his intentions are as clear as his connection to her past. As tensions rise and old wounds resurface, Rosalee is thrust into a dangerous game of survival. To protect her secret and those she cares about, she must confront her identity and uncover the truth about her origins, before the war she escaped catches up with her once again. In a world divided by blood and betrayal, Rosalee must decide where she truly belongs and whether she can forge a path of her own.
View MoreRosalee's Point of View I stay seated at the table, my fingers absently tracing the edge of my plate as I watch Jensen leave. My ears focus on the fading sound of his footsteps, waiting until I hear the distinct thud of his boots hitting the ground outside. The moment I’m sure he’s gone, I push back my chair and move quickly towards my room, my heart pounding harder than it should. Once inside, I immediately head for the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and rummaging through it. My fingers brush against a few miscellaneous items, but my phone is nowhere to be found. Frustration flares in my chest as I turn to the other nightstand, yanking it open and rifling through its contents. Still nothing. I move to my bag, digging through every pocket, every crevice, searching for any sign of my phone. My breath comes faster as I search the entire room, under the bed, inside the closet, even between the couch cushions. But it’s not here. I sit heavily on the edge of the bed, pressing my
Jensen's Point of View I sit in silence, watching Rosalee as she absently traces patterns on the table with her fingers. She’s distant and quiet, too quiet, as if lost in thought. I’ve spent the last hour trying to piece together everything she told me, but I still don’t have the clarity I need. I don't want to doubt her but something isn’t adding up. Pushing my chair back, I stand, breaking the tense silence that has settled between us. Rosalee looks up, her blue eyes unreadable. “I need to go to my office to get some work done,” I tell her, my tone firm. “I’ll send someone to keep an eye on the house... just in case.” Her expression shifts, a flicker of resistance, the slightest narrowing of her eyes. I know she’s about to argue, but I don’t give her the chance. I turn on my heel and stride toward the door, feeling her gaze boring into my back as I leave. The moment I step outside, I open a mind link. “Keep an eye on my house.” “On my way, Alpha.” I cut the link and inhale dee
Rosalee's Point of View I take a deep breath, steadying myself before I start the story I rehearsed with Freya. "After I shifted I was lost in thought as I made my way over to the diner. I walked inside, not realizing it was filled with werewolves. When I realized it, it was already to late so, I tried to play it cool, hoping they wouldn’t see me as a threat. I asked the waitress if I could use their phone. I wanted to call Dameon and ask if he could come get me, but someone else was using it, so I had to wait. I took a seat near the door, keeping my head down, just waiting for my turn to use the phone. And that’s when someone joined me at my booth." Jensen’s sharp eyes narrow. He’s hanging onto every word. "The woman that took you. Do you know who she was?" he interrupts. I shake my head, keeping my expression neutral. "No, I have no idea who she was." The first lie. I can feel my pulse quicken, but I force myself to stay calm. I continue. "As I was saying, this woman
Rosalee's Point of View The moment I step into the bathroom, I turn the shower tap on, letting the water run until it’s scalding hot. Steam begins to rise, curling around the air like a thick mist. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but my gaze is immediately drawn to the mirror above the sink. I look tired. My eyes, usually bright, seem dull and clouded. There’s dried mud on my legs, faint scrapes along my arms. My hair is tangled, wild from the time spent wandering through the forest. I look exactly how I should, like someone who had barely escaped, who had run until she had no choice but to keep going. It was the perfect illusion. I keep staring at my reflection, as if searching for something, maybe reassurance, maybe doubt, until the mirror completely fogs over, blurring the girl staring back at me. With a small sigh, I pull the oversized T-shirt over my head and step into the shower. The moment the hot water cascades over me, my muscles loosen, the tension
Jensen's Point of View As Ronan and I step out of the pack house, the early afternoon sun beats down on us, a stark contrast to the dim, artificial glow of the IT room we had been buried in for hours. I blink against the sudden brightness and raise my hand to shield my eyes against the sharp light, realizing just how long we had spent chasing dead end after dead end in the dark.The warmth of the sun does little to ease the tightness in my chest. We don’t waste any time as we walk straight to the truck. Ronan slides into the driver’s seat, the engine rumbling to life as I climb into the passenger side. The moment my door shuts, I pull out my phone and redial the last number that had called me, the waitress. My fingers feel stiff with tension, my breath shallow as I press the phone to my ear. One ring. Two rings. Then I hear her voice. "Hello?" she answers, uncertainty clear in her tone. "Hello, this is Jensen. I would like to talk to my friend, please." A brief pause. Then, he
Jensen's Point of View The small backroom of the gas station is dimly lit, the scent of stale coffee lingering in the air. The man behind the desk moves quickly, skipping through the security footage until the timestamp reads 6:00 PM. The screen flickers slightly as the footage fastforwards. We all stand completely still, eyes locked on the monitor, our breath barely audible over the faint hum of the old computer. The road on the screen remains mostly empty, just a few scattered vehicles passing by. My fingers curl into fists at my sides, impatience gnawing at me. And then... A dark blue car emerges from the diner’s side of the street. “Stop,” I say sharply. The man freezes the frame, and I immediately step closer, my eyes narrowing at the screen. The timestamp reads 06:20 PM. My pulse quickens. This has to be them. The vehicle appears unremarkable at first glance, no obvious signs of who might be inside. The image quality isn’t great, making it hard to distinguish detai
Rosalee's Point of View As I begin to stir, the remnants of restless dreams fade into the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. I blink up at the ceiling, my mind already racing. Sleep had been a battle, my thoughts constantly churning, questioning if I had made the right decision. But now, in the clarity of the morning, I feel a sense of resolve settle deep within my bones. This is the right choice. I am sure of it. If I can stop this war, if I can finally create peace, then maybe, just maybe, I can return to my life in Thornhill without the constant weight of fear pressing down on me. With newfound determination, I push the covers off and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My muscles protest slightly, sore from the exhaustion of the last few days, but I push through. Moving to the closet, I pull out some clothes, slipping into them quickly, ready to face the day and solidify my choice. As I step out of the bedroom and into the hallway, the rich, mouthwatering sce
Jensen's Point of View The crisp night air bites against my skin as Ronan, Caleb, Mira, and I step out of the diner. The warm lights from inside cast long shadows across the empty parking lot, contrasting with the cool, silver glow of the street lamps above. My heart pounds with urgency, each beat echoing the name I can’t stop thinking about, Rosalee. Mira takes the lead, her sharp gaze sweeping across the pavement as she follows the faint trail left behind. Ronan and Caleb flank her, noses slightly tilted upward as they take in the fading scent. I follow closely, tension knotting my muscles with every step. The only sounds are our footsteps crunching against the asphalt and the faint hum of distant traffic. They guide us toward the edge of the parking lot, right where I was standing when they first arrived. Mira crouches down, her fingers grazing over the surface of the ground. Her eyes narrow in concentration. A brief silence falls, heavy with anticipation. Caleb steps beside
Rosalee's Point of View "Well, you have had a pretty long day. I think it is time to head of to bed. We can talk some more in the morning. Let me show you to the bedroom." Freya says with a little smile as she stands up. I follow her lead, standing up before following her down the hall. She opens the door second to her right. "This is the bathroom, if you would maybe like to freshen up. There are some extra toothbrushes in the cabinet along with some toothpaste." She walks forward, opening another door. "And this is the bedroom you can use. There are some extra clothes in the closet. I will be right down the hall of you need anything." She says pointing to the last door at the end of hall. I nod my head at her, giving her a small smile. "Thank you." "It's my pleasure. Well, I think I am going to take a quick shower and then go to sleep. I am pretty wiped. Goodnight Rosalee." "Good night, Freya." She smiles at me, before disappearing into her room to grab her things. I open the do
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs I sit in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection, I can’t shake the heaviness pressing on my chest. My eighteenth birthday should feel monumental, but instead, it feels hollow. My life, nothing about it feels worth celebrating.The girl in the mirror doesn’t look like someone turning eighteen. Her eyes are tired, her shoulders slumped as if carrying invisible weights. I trace the edge of the vanity with my fingers, trying to ignore the faint noise of voices downstairs.A sharp knock at my door pulls me out of my thoughts. I don’t even have to guess who it is. Dameon.“Come in,” I mumble, but before the words fully leave my mouth, the door swings open.I glance at him through the mirror, frowning. “And what if I’d been indecent?”He grins, leaning casually against the doorframe, completely unbothered by my irritation. “Oh, come now. I knew you’d try to wiggle out of today, so I’m not giving you the chance.”I turn to face him fully, crossing my arms. “Do...
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