Vine 🌸の小説

Roland's POV…Was I that blind to the resemblance?Even a stranger could see clearly that Ronan was mine.“Roland, we need to talk.” I ignored her and made my way downstairs.My pack was dying and the solution had been hidden away in another realm.A few minutes of a lapse in judgment won't change the fact that she had kept a secret as huge as this from me.I was not going to back down easily, my son was leaving this realm with me whether Zyra liked it or not.I didn't get a chance to take in my surroundings since I arrived unconscious.The house wasn't much, it was a bit old but it felt cozy like a real home.Unlike the palace Mat always had this cold and eerie feeling to it.When my father died, the only person I looked forward to meeting at the palace was Zyra -Even if I never made my feelings known and always kept my distance, just watching her from afar spread a warmth in my chest.My mother was tiresome to be around so I always avoided her, though I always wondered if she knew

Zyra's pov…I pressed for more information from Roland but he didn't answer anymore.Whatever he was saying was from his sleep, he wasn't conscious.But strangely after his last statement his fever completely broke.I moved him to the bed.He only had his pants on, but it was completely soaked.I got a change of clothes from Papa's closet.I gulped hard as I unbuckled his belt to free him from his pants.He wasn't thrusting or sleep talking anymore, he just lay asleep peacefully as I changed him.His body tensed a bit when my hand touched his torso.I paused for a moment thinking he was awake.This was harder than I thought, my throat tightened as flashbacks of that night five years ago kept replaying.“G

“Don't be stubborn, you will die.”“I won’t die, my wolf has just refused to heal me.”“Why?”“Because he's a piece of sh*t,”“I thought each person's wolf was like a personal best friend? How can your wolf be this cruel to you?”“He's pissed at me.”“pissed to the point of allowing you to die?”“He won't allow me to die, he just wants to prove a point.”“Well, you are losing a large amount of blood, quite fast.”“Take me to the car, Christopher would know what to do.”Roland was twice my size, carrying him would be nearly impossible.“I am not sure I would be able to lift you, and you are… naked.”His clothes lay beside him in shreds.“Get Christopher.”I nodded and made my way to the exit.I searched for his car and ran towards it.Once Christopher spotted me, he ran in my direction as well.“What is it?” “It's Roland… He's injured.”“What?”“He told me to come get you, that you would know what to do.”“Let's go.”When we returned Roland was still bleeding badly and his eyes were s

Roland's POV…I got in the car fuming with anger. I did not have the right to get angry or jealous with who Zyra was with but I still couldn't help it.She was probably doing it to get a rise out of me, I had to leave, I couldn't stand her flirting with another man.I had to admit she wasn't the same person I had rejected five years ago.She had changed.“Well, that's what you get for rejecting your first love and mate.” I paused.My wolf has just spoken to me.For the first time in five years, he actually said a word to me.“Glad to see we are back on speaking terms,” “Don't push it, I still haven't forgiven you.” “You know I had no choice.”“Everyone has a choice, you just chose to be blind to it.”Warmth spread across my chest, hearing his voice again was so good.I only just realized how much I missed it.The loneliness in my chest was leaving.I was about to reply when I felt a sudden pang in my chest.At first it was light then it hit in waves.“Are you doing this?” I yelled

Zyra’s POV…I followed behind him, matching his long strides as he walked. He stopped in front of a large door, “Wait here ma’am.” he said before he left me at the door and entered.I stood there for minutes just waiting and staring at the door. Another beat passed, a piercing scream reached my ears, and then moans, grunts, giggles, and the sound of skin slapping.I gulped hard trying to hold down the contents of my lunch. The moans continued for a few minutes before they stopped.The bouncer came out, “You can go in, he's ready for you.”Ready? I took a deep breath before I walked through the door.The room was dark with shades of red and blue contrasting with each other.There was no music playing, just the voices of people deep in conversation mixed with the moans of people having sex sounded through the room.Roland’s words rang in my ears; ‘Do you have an idea of what goes on at parties like this?”I kept my head high maintaining eye contact with Mr Morelli as I walked toward

Zyra’s POV…“What the fuck are you doing here?” He yelled towering over me.I flinched a bit, then released myself from his grip creating as much distance between us as the room could allow.I took a deep breath, “I didn’t need your rescue, I had things under control.”“You didn’t answer my question.” “I don’t see how my life is your business.” He scoffed and moved closer, ”Do you even have the slightest idea of what goes on at events like this?”My breath hitched.“What goes on at events like this?”His eyes dipped to my cleavage causing the color of his eyes to flash from gray to black.It was so fast that if I wasn’t staring at him I would have missed it.I dragged my shawl higher.The air felt heavy and thick.Was the air conditioning not working? I looked around and saw it was blasting at full speed so why did the room feel hot as hell?“You don’t want to know, go home.” He opened the door for me to leave.“I have business to handle so I will stay.” I retreated further into the

Mila’s POV…When I woke up I was no longer in the car but placed comfortably in bed.The last thing I remembered was sitting in the car.I scrunched my eyes with my hand to be sure I was up completely.I noticed how easily I fell asleep. It was almost as if every month had its own unique trait that came with it.I heard water running so I knew Zaden was in the bathroom. I sat up on the bed, searching for my phone to check the time.That was when I noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar.A habit of Zaden, he doesn’t close doors.It was a bit laughable to think someone like him didn’t like closed doors.I shouldn’t look, I should turn the other way.But with a figure like Zaden’s, it was a hard bit of temptation.He was backing me with his hand on the wall, his muscles flexed beneath the cold shower.I didn’t see any steamroll off.The weather wasn't favorable and he still chose to bathe with cold water. My eyes trailed from his back to his ass. This man looked just like a Greek

Zaden's pov…The way the pace of her breathing increased with each item the attendant showed us indicated that something was wrong.“I need some air.”Before I could word a reply, she had already made her way to the exit.I allowed her to leave, but my sixth sense couldn't stop me for more than a minute before I sought after her.“Are you okay?” I placed my hand on the small of her back, stirring her in my direction.I didn't notice there was someone beside her as my attention was completely on her.The person cleared her throat alerting me to her presence, “Mr Blackwell,” She stared at me with wide eyes.Mila stepped away from where my hand rested. My hand instantly turned cold as I squeezed it tightly beside me.I recognized the person beside her. She works at ZDN Corp. She must have been at today's meeting as well, but I didn’t know her. “Mr Blackwell… what a coincidence running into you here.” “I didn’t know you were close with Mila.” My gaze shifted from her to Mila; she gave

Mila's POV…The weight of our discussion still hovered over me as I went through the files.Zaden's office was not exposed like mine so I couldn't see him working.I spent the remaining hours buried deep in the Russel group case, as I studied their company over the past few years.My mind drifted back to Zaden's last statement.A soft knock jolted me back to the present. “We have a meeting now, are you ready?”I blinked, “Umm… Yes, I am.” I picked up my note from the desk following behind him. Throughout the meeting, I couldn’t focus on the topic as I stared at Zaden speak.He didn’t spare me a glance, he was in his element. So focused, organized, and from the way he spoke, he commanded so much authority that everyone listened.His aura was palpable throughout the room. “Miss Grayson would take over now, she has a plan for the Russel group acquisition.” I was still so lost in thought, I hadn’t realized everyone in the room had turned their attention to me waiting for me to speak.

Mila's POV…Barely a minute before his phone beeped, jolting us back to reality.“Sorry… Sorry.” He stumbled backwards, washing his hands over his face.I cleared my throat, “Uhm…It's…okay.”He waved his phone in the air, ”Your clothes are here.”“Right.”Another awkward silence.“I would go get them.”“Okay,” I answered quickly, biting my lips where his taste still lingered.He left the room as quickly as well.“Fuck.” I muttered beneath my breath, running my hands through my hair.He was back in a few minutes with a bunch of bags and boxes.“Did you buy an entire mall?”“I can't buy what I already own, can I?”“Not surprised.”“You can check them out, see if they fit.”"When I said I needed clothes, I meant regular work clothes.”“They are regular.”“No, these are designers.”“What's the difference?”“I don't want to walk into your company looking like I screwed my boss for some designers and got knocked up.”“You did screw your boss, and got knocked up.”“Haha. Not funny and you we

Zaden's pov…“I won't let anyone hurt you,” I moved closer, closing the gap between us.“I won't get hurt…” “...Is that why you have been distant these past weeks?” She moved backwards, recreating the gap between us.“I didn't want to get you involved. These people are dangerous.” I didn't move again; I just stood, allowing my eyes to study her as I clenched my fist to stop myself from reaching out to her.“No, you should have told me, you don't get to choose what I can and cannot handle, I am not some fragile doll you keep in a chest, Zaden.” The tone of her voice increased slightly. “Don't go back to the restaurant at least until I have handled this situation.” I pleaded Mila was stubborn, but her safety mattered more. "I would go, what happened to ‘tightening security’?”"It would take at least a month to put maximum security protocols around the restaurant. If we start immediately, it would tip them off that we are scared.”“And not showing up, won't?”I sighed, “Mila please.”

Mila's pov...My eyes stayed on the words, my body refused to move.My palms dampened as my fingers curled slightly.“You don't plan on spending the rest of the night here, do you?” Emily called out impatiently as she walked in.I wiped the writing away quickly, my sleeves smearing the letters until they disappeared, before she could come closer."You good?” She asked, her eyes searching mine."Of course…let's go. I am starving.” I wrapped my hand in hers. I wasn't sure I could've moved on my own; my legs felt hollow beneath me.I smiled widely, though it didn't quite reach my eyes.Cutlery scraped against plates, the kitchen door swinging open and closed as orders rolled in and out.Voices rose and fell around me, but none of them reached me.I was physically present, but my mind was still back at my restaurant; Standing, staring at the words like they might reappear if I blinked.The warning was clear and direct. The message was for me.“Mila, Mila, Mila!” At the last call, I repli