Chapter 10: Secrets

Rosa’s POV

My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, the memories hitting me like a cold slap. It’s been years, but I still remember how it all started. I still remember how Elder Maxwell ruined my life—how he let Dickson slip away from me like he didn’t matter, like I didn’t matter.

I loved Dickson. I wanted him. Everything I ever dreamed of in a man was in him—his thick muscles, his deep voice, the way his pink lips curved when he smirked. But Daisy... She got everything.

She was always the golden child, the perfect one. It didn’t help that she was my step-sister. I hated her from the start, even when we were just kids. The pack would always fawn over her—her smile, her grace, her body that looked like it belonged to a goddess even before she turned eighteen. She wasn’t just pretty. She was captivating.

I was older, stronger, and yet... she stole every spotlight.

And soon, she stole Dickson too.

That made her my rival.

Not just in love, but in everything.

But what Daisy didn’t know was that I wasn’t going to sit back and watch her take what was mine. I wasn’t going to let her win.

I remember the night it happened. The night everything changed.

We were at the annual pack festival. I wore red. She wore white. I watched as Dickson couldn’t keep his eyes off her. And before the night ended, they were gone—disappearing into the woods like some stupid fairytale.

The next day, whispers went around. “Dickson and Daisy mated last night,” someone said. “It’s confirmed. They slept together.”

I almost tore the whole packhouse down.

Because in our pack, if an Alpha mates with a female—if they have sex—she becomes his Luna. It's the law. Unbreakable.

And just like that, Daisy stole him from me.

But what she didn’t know? Dickson never stopped wanting me.

We started seeing each other again—secretly.

At first, it was simple. Quick touches. A stolen kiss here, a heated look there. But then it got deeper. More dangerous. More intense.

We were reckless. But careful.

We made sure Daisy never found out.

I remember one time, she left town to visit her aunt. The second she left, Dickson came to me like a hungry wolf. We didn’t even make it to the bed. We did it on the kitchen counter, then again on the living room couch, and once more on the balcony under the stars.

And then he said something I never expected.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, lying next to me, both of us still breathing hard. “You drive me crazy, Rosa.”

I turned to him, brushing my fingers down his chest. “Then leave her.”

He looked away, silent for a while. Then finally said, “I’m trying to figure it out.”

That pissed me off.

“Figure what out, Dickson? You come to me whenever you feel like it. You have sex with me like I belong to you. But you can’t even say what I mean to you?”

He sat up, rubbing his face. “You’re what I want, Rosa. I divorced Daisy because of you.”

I froze. “You what?”

“I filed the papers two weeks ago. She doesn’t know yet. But it’s happening.”

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. For once, I felt like I was winning. Like I got what I always deserved.

But the truth? Dickson was a liar. A manipulator. He played with us both.

And maybe that’s why I still craved him. His chaos. His danger. His power.

Sex with Dickson wasn’t just sex. It was a war. Passion. Fire.

He knew every inch of my body like it belonged to him. He’d grab my waist and pin me down like he owned me. His hands would squeeze my breasts, his lips would crash into mine, and I’d forget everything else in the world. Every time he touched me, I wanted more.

We did it everywhere—his office, the woods, even Daisy’s bedroom once.

That one was the most dangerous.

She had just left for training with the warriors. Dickson came over in a rush. We barely said a word before our clothes hit the floor. The bed still smelled like her shampoo. The thought made it even dirtier. More thrilling.

I moaned his name so loud, I was sure the neighbors heard us. He just smirked and whispered in my ear, “Louder. Let the walls remember.”

We were insane. Addicted to each other.

But I couldn’t shake the truth. Deep inside me, I always wondered—was I just a distraction?

So one night, I asked again. I had to.

We lay in his car after another crazy night. The windows were fogged up, our clothes scattered.

I turned to him. “Dickson, who am I to you?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared out the windshield like I hadn’t spoken.

“Dickson?”

He cleared his throat. “I... I don’t know. I’m trying to figure it out.”

Those words again.

I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. “You don’t know? After all this time? All the nights? After divorcing her for me?”

He looked annoyed. “Why does it matter, Rosa? You know I want you. Isn’t that enough?”

I pulled back, feeling my stomach twist. “It’s not. I’m not your toy, Dickson.”

Silence.

But that night, he didn’t leave.

He stayed. Held me. Whispered things in my ear that I still replay in my mind.

And the next day, Daisy found out about the divorce.

She went crazy. Screaming, crying, begging. But Dickson didn’t flinch. He didn’t go back to her.

That should’ve made me feel powerful.

But instead, it scared me. Because I knew something she didn’t.

He wasn’t mine either.

One evening, while scrolling through my messages, I found something strange. A photo. Sent from an unknown number.

It was Dickson.

With another woman.

Not Daisy. Not me.

I stormed to his house. Bursted in without knocking.

He was sitting on the couch, shirtless.

I threw the phone at him. “Who is she?”

He glanced at the photo. Didn’t even blink. “A mistake.”

I wanted to scream. Break things. But instead, I whispered, “How many other mistakes, Dickson? How many?”

He stood up slowly, walked toward me. “Rosa... don’t do this now.”

“Why not? Scared, I'll find out the truth?”

He grabbed my wrist. Not roughly, but firm. “You already know the truth. I’m poisoned. And you keep drinking.”

His words hit hard.

Because he was right.

But I couldn’t stop.

Even after everything, I kept going back to him.

I watched Daisy sink into depression. She stopped coming to training. She stopped laughing. She barely spoke. And still... I went to Dickson’s bed.

I felt guilty, but the guilt disappeared every time he touched me.

The more twisted things got, the more I wanted him.

I found myself standing outside Daisy’s room, listening. She was inside, crying. Whispering Dickson’s name. Begging him to love her again.

And I was outside, hiding, right after sleeping with him.

I should’ve felt something—anything.

But I didn’t.

Because in this game, you either win or get destroyed.

Daisy lost.

And I won.

But now... something feels off.

Lately, Dickson’s been distant. UnRosailable. Secretive.

I tried calling him today. No answer.

I checked his office. Empty.

I went by his house. Locked.

And then a new photo arrived.

This time, it wasn’t just him and a woman.

It was him.

Holding a baby.

My phone slipped from my hands.

Was it real?

Was he hiding something else now?

Or someone?

I had questions. A lot of them. But one thing remained the same.

But this didn’t stop me from giving my body to Dickson every day.