โIโve increased security and will be checking in hourly. Are you sure youโre going to be okay?โ James held my annoyed stare, knowing that nothing was getting in or out of these walls without him knowing.He held up his hands in mock surrender, โFine. FINE. I get it,โ he stepped towards me, his large frame crowding my space. My butt hit the counter and my crutches fell to the ground. James lifted me with ease and placing me atop the cool, granite countertop. A shiver rolled through my body as the chill seeped into my skin, โIโm allowed to worry about you, you know?โโWorry all you want, but donโt stop letting me live. Please. Iโll be fine and I trust that all of the additional security measures youโve put in place will keep me extra safe,โ I pecked his lips, attempting to pull away quickly, but he grabbed my face, crashing our lips together in a searing kiss.James held me there until we were both breathless, and my chest ached from the lack of oxygen.โThe office can wait,โ he growled
Dante sighed on the other end of the line, and I bit my lip, wondering if he would actually turn me down. There was a good chance that he did, and fear gripped my heart at the thought.โAre you trying to get me on Jamesโ bad side?โ he grumbled, his voice laced with irritation.โWill you do it, or not?โIf I spent all day explaining the reasons that James might be upset, I would certainly talk myself out of taking charge, but I needed answers.โCan you meet me at the cabin?โ Dante groaned, and I gasped in surprise, which he must have picked up on because he grunted, โIโm not agreeing to anything yet, but Iโll hear you out.โโIโll be there asap.โ******โWhatโs with the rush?โ Chris groans, wiping the tiredness from his eyes.โI canโt drive and my driver is in the hospital. You were my only option.โChris turned towards me, narrowing his eyes, โGee, thanks. You could have called an Uber driver!โ he shook his head, โI donโt get paid enough for this.โโItโs clearly stated in your brotherly
โYou brought your idiot brother?โ Dante groaned as he opened the front door.โNice to see you again, too,โ Chris muttered.โIโm sorry, Rosalind,โ Dante dipped down, whispering in my ear, โHe asks far too many stupid questions.โโWhat is that delicious smell?โ Chris has long forgotten Danteโs comment as he heads towards the kitchen, inhaling deeply.โMy lovely mate is baking. Something about keeping Rosa happy,โ Dante shrugged, โIโm starting to think itโs a ploy to get me fattened up, though.โโHey now,โ Joanne calls from the kitchen, โYou canโt blame me for all that.โDante gasps, โWoman, donโt you start insulting me in front of my daughter in law.โJoanne rounds the corner of the kitchen, wrapping me in a tight hug, โIโm so sorry about what happened to you,โ she pulls away, keeping her hands on my shoulders, โIf you need to stay here to feel safe, there is always space for you.โโThank you,โ I whisper, my emotions flooding me as I stare into her motherly gaze.โPumpkin,โ Dante chirps
Iโve dialed Rosa at least ten times.Ten fucking times my calls have gone unanswered.Even my earlier text asking her if she wanted her regular from her favorite Chinese restaurant went unanswered.Pulling up her contact, I click on the map of her location.โWhat the fuck?โMy knuckles grow white as I grip the steering wheel with new force. Why the hell is she with Dante and Joanne? Did something happen at the house?A lethal combination of fear and fury floods my veins, and I press my foot against the accelerator, zipping around cars without caution. I donโt fucking care.โI would have felt if she was in danger,โ Onyx tries to reason with me, but I tune him out. Iโve relied on him in the past and look where that got meโฆ.. And when was he the voice of reason? Heโs an animal with one thing on his mind and thatโs making sure Rosalind is kept safe and sound within the walls of our home.He expressed interest in chaining her up a few times, which I shut down for obvious reasons. But if sh
โYou should have called, Rosa,โ James glanced over at me. His hand rested atop my thigh while the other gripped the steering wheel, โI was worried sick.โโI didnโt think about it,โ I whispered, feeling guilt seep beneath my skin. I hated lying to him, and I felt even worse that Iโd dragged Dante and Joanne into lying with me. โIโm sorry.โThe words tasted bitter on my tongue. I wasnโt a liar, but the last few months Iโd found myself keeping more to myself. Hiding things that I wouldnโt normally hide.I didnโt like it.James squeezed my thigh, โDonโt be. Dante was right,โ he sighed, โI overthink and youโre an independent woman. Itโs something I love about you.โI bring my hand to his, interlocking our fingers, โI get it. Especially with everything that just happened. I assumed I was safe with them.โAnother lie. The pit in my stomach grows with every understanding word he speaks, and every lie that rolls with ease off my tongue.โYou are,โ he chuckled, โI have great family. And they lo
โJames,โ Marina coos, โBaby, they wonโt let me through.โHer voice grates against my eardrums and I fight the rising anger that simmers beneath my skin.โWhat are you doing here?โ Jamesโ tone is lethal, startling even to me. Iโve never heard him speak to Marina in such a tone, but I wonโt lie when I say it filled me with satisfaction.Her pale blue eyes shift to me sitting in the front seat, narrowing for a fraction of a second before she returns her gaze to James. Her bottom lip trembles, and I watch as the actress puts on the perfect performance, โI came to check on you and Raslind,โ she whispered, pronouncing my name incorrectly. โI came by the hospital, but you werenโt there. She didnโt tell you?โJames ran his hands through his hair, and I was desperate to know what was going through his mind. I knew from experience that once he started showing his nervous tic, I was never sure what was going to come next.โI made it very clear that you werenโt welcome here any longer,โ James sur
โWhat were you thinking, Rosie?โ Shawn easily scooped me up, carrying me to his bathroom, and carefully deposited me onto the porcelain countertop.I feel the warm sticky sensation of blood against my foot, and I know my wound is worse than I initially thought.Shawn squats down, his large frame crowding the bathroom despite the fact that itโs the size of a small bedroom. He removed my shoe first, reaching beneath me to dig out a first aid kit, and dug out scissors.Our eyes met, his asking for permission, to which I nodded, and he cut a line down the seam of my leggings, revealing my very bloody leg.โShit, Rosie,โ he mutters, โThis might be something you need to go back to the hospital for.โI grimaced at the thought. I knew for a fact that would be one of the few places James would check in his search for where Iโd gone. Unless he already knows Iโm here, which would be really bad for Shawn.โNonsense,โ I grit my teeth, the adrenaline of stealing Jamesโ car wearing off, and allowing
One of my leggings was cut to the knee and the other was soaking wet, clinging to my thigh like a second skin. Normally, Iโd use the opposite leg for leverage, but at the risk of popping my fresh stitches, I fall back onto the bed.Shawn returns with the scissors, moving to kneel in front of me for the third time today before our eyes lock and he offers me a small smile, โI wonโt look.โMy chest flutters as I stare into eyes Iโve known all my life.โItโs not like you havenโt seen me before, Shawn.โHe chuckles, โThatโs fair. But I know you, and I wonโt look.โThe backs of my eyes burn with unshed tears, and I pull my teeth between my lips, nodding.Shawn grips my pants at my ankle, carefully sliding the sharp end of the scissors beneath the hem. An involuntary shiver sends goosebumps spreading across my skin.His brows pinch together with concern as his movements halt, โI didnโt poke you, did I?โโThe scissors are just cold.โShawn lets out a relieved chuckle, โOnce we get you out of
One Year LaterโIโll never get over seeing you like this,โ Shawn wrapped his arms around my body, his hands smoothing over the growing bump that used to be my toned stomach. โAnd this dress makes you look even more ravishing.โMy cheeks heated as he thrust his hips against my backside to show just how much he actually enjoyed seeing me swollen with his child. Six months ago, I found out we were pregnant. Fear gripped my soul at the prospect of becoming a mother, mostly because this came out of left field. Weโd been married for six months, and hadnโt been actively trying, but life seems to have a way of paving the way for surprises. โLater,โ I peck his cheek, bringing my thumb up to wipe away the light red stain from my lipstick, โWe are going to be late.โโAre you sure you want to do this?โ Shawn stood up straight, adjusting his tie, while I smoothed out the bunching in my glittering red dress. He wore a black suit with a matching red tie, and we were about to be going to our first G
How?I stare at the card on the ground. Scribbled letters stare back at me in writing that Iโd never forget. I memorized the way his pen strokes over paper. I can see where he wrote softer versus where the pen dug deeper into the cardstock.Our door was still closed, but I didnโt know how much time I had before Shawn returned.My heart was in my throat as I reached for the card, staring at the words written inside until my eyes blurred.Rosa, I am not writing you this to hurt you more than I already have, and as you already know, Iโm not very good at articulating my feelings. I hope youโll understand what Iโm trying to say despite knowing that this will be a string of words that probably wonโt make sense by the time Iโm finished. I donโt deserve your forgiveness, nor do I expect it. I realized after Marina and I destroyed your wolf that I had made the wrong decision. I knew that Marina had used a powerful spell on me, and I didnโt care. I allowed the anger and pain from
I let out an emotional chuckle, fighting the urge to cry.โI remember the first time you and I met. Chris practically dragged me over to your house to hang out, but I was terrified. The thought of being with someone famous made my skin feel itchy. I was just a poor kid with a shitty family life, and I was walking into a pristine mansion. But the moment I walked through those doors, your pale blue eyes, that reminded me of the sky when you look at it through the clouds, met mine, and you said, โYou look like you could use some tea.โI let out another laugh, the memory coming back to me like it was yesterday.โYou grabbed my hand and dragged me to your bedroom, ignoring Chrisโ shouts, and pushed me into one of your chairs beside Mr. Giggles and Sir Pounce-A-Lot. We spent two hours talking over imaginary tea like we were old friends,โ Shawn looked up towards the sky, his throat bobbing before returning his gaze to mine. โI didnโt know why I wanted so badly to have a tea party every day f
Two Years LaterThree years ago, my ex-husbands mistress woke up from a coma. Three years ago, I asked James Wood for a divorce. Three years ago, my life changed drastically. I fell apart, picked myself up, rinse, and repeat. But today; Iโm healing. โYou look so beautiful,โ Chrisโ girlfriend Sienna covers her mouth with both of her hands. Her chocolate brown eyes shimmer with tears, and mine instantly well with my own. Fanning my face, I take a deep breath, โIs this real? I still donโt think itโs real.โโGirl,โ she steps closer to me, placing her hands against my arms, and spinning me around to look in the mirror. My hair has grown back out, even longer than before and falls just below my breasts. Itโs finally back to blonde, but I keep a shadow root to remind myself of the hell Iโve overcame. A small nod to the time I spent in that cabin pretending to be someone else. I chose a subtle smokey eye for a more natural look. Warm browns bring out my blue eyes, highlighting the flecks
Chris is whistling in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee making my mouth water as I step into the open living room. Shawn came out first, walking down to the bathroom for a quick shower. โCoffee?โ Chris already has a mug prepared, offering it out to me, โThey didnโt have the creamer you liked when I was at the market. I hope you donโt mind plain vanilla.โIt wasnโt my favorite, but I couldnโt complain much. โItโs fine,โ I grabbed the mug, lifting it to my lips to bid myself an extra few seconds. โThank you.โโIf only Iโd have bought ear plugs instead of that creamer,โ he shakes his head, sighing dramatically.I choke, sputtering coffee over the side of the mug, and my hand, โYouโฆ You heard all that?โChris sits his mug on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, โUnfortunately so. The walls in this place are thinner than a fucking sheet of tissue paper. Iโm half tempted to file a formal complaint against the builder.โ I snort. I had heard Chris watching porn a few times through
I wake to the feeling of eyes on me. My heart begins to palpitate, and panic seizes me. โRosie,โ I hear the faint sound of a voice, but Iโm terrified to open my eyes. โI donโt want to go back,โ I whisper, feeling emotion clog my throat. โPlease.โโRosie, itโs me,โ Shawnโs voice filters through the panic, and I quickly throw my head over my shoulder. It takes a few minutes for my heart rate to slow as I lock eyes with Shawn. Memories of last night hit me like a freight train, and the panic settles beneath my skin once more, but itโs different. Iโm safe, and thatโs what matters. โWhatโs going on, baby?โ Shawnโs fingers hesitate before he reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. โI thought he found me,โ my voice breaks. โHey,โ Shawnโs fingers cup my chin, holding it with such delicacy, โHe wonโt get to you again. Iโll make sure of it. You donโt have to worry anymore. I wonโt hesitate next time.โโI hate that he still has this effect on me.โโThere is no timetable to hea
Another growl bubbles from his chest as he scoops me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my heart nearly jackhammering out of my chest. Iโve dreamed of this moment since puberty. Maybe not this exact scenario, but Shawn wanting me. His lips on me. And I as I grew older, those innocent desires turned into something more sensual. The first time I ever touched myself was to the thought of this man who has his lips pressed against my throat. My back hits the thick quilt covering my bed, and I whimper as Shawn pulls away, looking down at me with a mixture of longing and fear in his eyes. โAre you sure about this?โ his voice is bathed in fear, and I can practically see how fast his heart is beating from the pulse point on his throat. โMake me forget him, Shawn.โ My voice is low and hoarse. โI want you.โโDo you know how long Iโve waited to hear those words?โ Shawn hisses through gritted teeth, his strong body hovering over mine. My fingers found the hem of his shirt, slowly lift
โYou have to be kidding me,โ Chris groans at Shawn, his face twisting with annoyance. Flour clings to almost every surface, and the kitchen is going to need a deep clean, but this is the most fun Iโve had in months. Itโs my life by Bon Jovi blares from the small radio set up on the countertop. โWhat?โ Shawn shimmies his shoulders. โThis is a classic, sir. You not enjoying it is just a sign of your bad taste.โโMy tastes are modernly defined,โ he narrows his eyes.โThatโs just a fancy way of saying theyโre crap.โโSays you,โ he waggles a finger in my direction. A bowl of brownie batter is wrapped in my arms, but Shawn snags it away, sitting it atop the counter before lacing his fingers with mine. Our arms moved back and forth, palms attached, and I felt my lips pull into the first real smile since weโve been here. โItโs my LIFFFFEEEE,โ Shawn sang off key, โItโs now or never.โโI AINโT GONNA LIVE FOREVER.โโI just wanna live while Iโm alive,โ Shawn spins me in a circle, tipping me
Weโve been here for six weeks. Six weeks Iโve spent staring at the walls of this cabin expecting the boogeyman with shimmering green eyes to pop out at any moment.Once the shock of being flown here wore off, fear settled beneath my skin like a poisonous snake. I plastered a smile on my face for Chris and Shawn, but the days have been long, and the nightsโฆ even longer.Iโve learned the sounds of the forest surrounding us. The calls from the birds that chirp from the trees and the geese on the lake. Some days, the wind pushes the water against the shoreline, the sound of crashing startling me.I hate what Iโve become. Itโs sickening to think that once upon a time, I was just a girl with the ambitious thought that she could convince her husband to love her.Now Iโm afraid of my own shadow.โRosa-lindddd,โ Chris singsongs my real name, and I ignore him.Rosalind was dead. I was Rose now.I hated both versions of myself.The hopeful one that was naรฏve enough to believe in fairytales, and