ROSALINE’S POV:I am so hungry.I laid on my back on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I wondered how cruel Damien was. How could he just leave me like that to starve?I mean I know I have been eating for the past three hours, but doesn’t he know that it’s for two? He is so mean.Tears began to blur my vision, and my bottom lip trembled. I knew Damien did not love me anymore. It was the only explanation! Maybe because of what happened with Magnus, he is disgusted by me. Yes, that’s it. That’s why he didn’t want to get me the pizza.I really am unbelievable.“Good God, why are you crying now?”My eyes snapped to the door, and I found Damien standing by the doorway with a box that had steam coming out of it. Instantly, my nose picked up the scent, and I sat up quickly.“I thought you weren’t going to get me the pizza,” I said, and he walked over to me, setting the box of pizza in between us. He opened it, and the steam kissed my face. I could not stop the smile from stretching my lips a
ROSALINE’S POV:“Yeesh, mothers are the worst,” Peace chuckled, and I shook my head with wonder. We were both at a baby store picking up some stuff for the baby. I mean, I know it was still a bit soon, but little by little, Damien and I would be getting some things ready. And we still did not know the gender of the baby, but we were able to get the essentials and some unisex clothes.“Tell me about it; my worst nightmare would be to end up like her sometime in the future,” I said with a huff. I picked up a pair of black baby shoes and inspected them. It was way smaller than my hand, perfect for a newborn baby.“Trust me, you will never be like that. Give yourself some credit; you are one of the best moms I have ever seen. This kid and Ariana are so lucky to have you,” Peace said, and her words warmed my heart. She picked up a pair of pink baby ballet shoes and put them in the cart.“Oh, no, we have to get unisex wear for now; I still do not know the gender of my baby,” I told her, but
ROSALINE’S POV:“I do not need therapy.” I frowned at Damien, who gave me a tired look. He drove me down to my supposed therapist’s office, and I considered jumping out, but I had to remember that I was pregnant. Peace sat in the back seat, and I had no idea when she and Damien could be in the same space without growling at each other.“Yes, you do, Rosaline. You should have seen yourself yesterday; you were about to faint over something that wasn’t even there,” Peace said, and I folded my arms above my chest.“Okay, I admit that what happened yesterday was a bit out of character, but I am fine now. Just because I had one panic attack does not mean I need therapy." I defended myself, but neither of them looked like they would be going back on their decision.“It’s not just one; you have had several in the past."“I am not talking to you,” I snapped at Peace, and she reared her head back with surprise.“Rosaline, calm down. Peace is right, you, and since when did you two become best f
ROSALINE’S POV:SEVEN MONTHS LATER:I watched Damien and Ariana’s wolf run around the courtyard with a speed my human eyes could barely keep up with. At this point, I was not sure which of them was faster. They have been doing this every morning for the past six months. Damien had made it their morning to train Ariana himself; he wanted her to become the strongest woman in the pack.And I was scared of that.The speed at which she improved was frightening. At this rate, she would be the strongest wolf in the world by the time she was eighteen.“Damn, she is getting better and better,” Peace said, and my gaze shifted to her. She cradled Light in her arms, and the tender baby yawned. The day Light was born was quite an eventful day for all of us. It was early in the morning, and we were all in the kitchen when her water broke. Ariana was the one who raised an alarm by saying, “Aunt Peace peed herself.”Peace, who was embarrassed, defended herself, but we all knew what was going on. We d
ROSALINE’S POVEven though I’m an Alpha Princess, in school, I’ve only ever been seen as dirt. Other wolves hardly ever spoke to me. And when they did, they never had anything nice to say. I never questioned it, but a small part of me always wondered why.I had just finished classes for the day, taking the short walk back to the pack house when I’m cornered by two petite girls. I recognize them from one of my trade classes.One of them holds out a flyer in my direction, “Rosaline Maxwell, right?” She asks.“Um, yes…” I reply hesitantly, furrowing my brows. The both of them share a glance, before turning to me, wide grins slashed across their faces.“It’s for the costume party,” She gestures to the flyer, “It’s tonight, you should totally come.”I don’t let my surprise show on my face. Pursing my lips, as my eyes dance between the two of them. It was completely unusual to get a party invitation.For me, at least.I hardly exchanged words with my peers. Not for lack of trying, but beca
ROSALINE’S POV:What. The. Hell?“What?” Someone whispers from within the crowd.Damien’s eyes narrow as he walks toward me. The smell I scented earlier growing more potent with every step he takes.No way.There was no way in hell.“That’s Damien’s mate?” someone says.Mate. Mate. Mate. My wolf yips her joy. Creating a mental image of her jumping up and down, wagging her tail behind her.Mate? Damien is my mate?His eyes trail over me as he approaches, tingling my skin like tiny, electric shocks. My breath catches in my throat. He’s all I can see, all I can focus on.A pulse thrums between our bodies, beating steady and hard, like my heart trying to burst out of my ribcage.“There’s no way!” A voice I recognize as one of the girls says, “I mean look at her, she’s dressed like a fucking lunatic.”The usual sting her words would have carried don’t get to me, because Damien is in front of me before I can process what she’s said. He flicks his fingers on the drooping point of my hat, ri
ROSALINE’S POV:My head spins, I know what this means. It’s an indirect way of him asking for sex.Am I ready for that?My gaze drops to his.Am I ready for that with him?I know Damien, I’ve heard about his escapades. With his gaze locked on mine, he frowns deeply, “I’d never treat you the way I do them.” he says, like he can read my mind. “You're my mate. You're different.”The vice I hadn’t realized was closed tight around my chest loosens instantly.“You can trust me,” he says, grey eyes searching mine. I have no idea what it is, or why I give in.But I nod my head, “Yeah, I’d like to take it off.”He stares at me for a long moment before focusing on my dress. He pulls down the zip on the side, letting the material fall away from me. I take off the hat, tossing it on the floor.I’m half naked standing between his spread thighs, as his gaze rakes over my exposed flesh. It singes everywhere he looks, like he’s touched me there. He parks his hands on the front of my thighs.“Have yo
ROSALINE’S POV:My contentment felt like a cloud.I was so high up, I never wanted to touch the ground. I roll on underneath the comforter, spreading my arms on either side of me. A smile jerks the corners of my lips as last night’s memories play though my head.Goddess, he was so sweet.I’d only ever heard about what it would be like to have sex with one’s mate. I can say without a doubt, that the tales did it no justice. The soreness between my thighs, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth, his smell. It was too much, yet I wanted so much more.I squint my eyes open, wanting to catch a glimpse of him in the early hours of the morning, all disheveled and breathtaking. My eyes snap open once I realize he’s not on the bed. I sit up slowly, scanning the room.“Damien?” I call out.No answer.I slide out of the bed, tugging on one of his shirts from the armchair across the room. Opening the door, I stick my head out, “Damien?”No response.Panic rises within me. He wouldn’t leave.