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. He wouldn’t. After all, this is his house.
Maybe he’s giving you enough time to take the hint and take a hike. A voice in my head whispers.
No.
He wouldn’t.
Not after last night.
I check the rooms upstairs, most of them are locked and the opened ones are empty. I grow agitated as I head down the stairs.
Loud voices travel through the house from the kitchen, my stomach crawls all the way to my mouth as I head towards that direction. I peep my head through the doorway, noting some lingering guests from last night’s party.
But Damien is nowhere in sight.
One of the guys notices me, and I give a small wave.
“Have you seen Damien?” I ask the group. Their conversation halts at the sound of my voice.
“That’s her, right?” I hear a voice not so subtly whisper from the crowd.
They all stare at me, and suddenly I’m hyper aware of the fact that I’m wearing nothing but a shirt that’s way too big for me. Damien’s shirt, it’s the same one he wore last night, so it’s quite obvious where I’ve been, and what I’ve been doing.
My cheeks warm.
“I know where Damien is.” A tall brunette says, standing up. The guy from earlier shoots her a look, and she meets it with a shrug.
“I’ll direct you,” she says, looking up at me again.
She leads me outside, pointing at the pool house on the side of the estate. I thank her, marching up the steps in Damien’s direction. I’m freezing in nothing but his shirt, and I can’t help but wonder why the hell he’d be swimming when it’s so cold in the mornings.
Once I get to the building, I have to manipulate my way around it, so I can actually see the entrance. Damien’s nowhere in sight outside, so I open the door to the pool house.
I’m greeted by a low groan, followed by girly giggles.
My head is barely lifted and on them when I start to mutter out an apology, already retracting my steps. But the words die on my tongue.
Damien sits on a low pool chair, one of the blondes from yesterday perched across his lap, trailing kisses all over his bare chest. Another girl stands above him, her hands massaging his shoulder as she leans down, kissing him.
My stomach drops back where it belongs, and then lower.
“Damien?”
At the sound of my voice, they all turn to face me. I recognize the other girl instantly too. The blonde’s friend, the one he’d made apologize on her knees.
“What…” my eyes dart back and forth between them, “The hell is going on?”
Damien’s eyes slide closed for a second. When he opens them, a mask of indifference slides over his features. Hardening the grey of his gaze as he stares at me.
“What does it look like?”
I shake my head at him, “You’re…”
“I’m?” he cocks his eyebrow, “I’m what, Maxwell?”
Tears well up in my eyes. “You lied to me. You said we were mates.”
“Are we not?” he questions.
“I gave you-” I stammer, my heart crumbling in my chest, “I gave you-”
“Pussy?” he deadpans the question, making the girls around him laugh.
I pin him with a hot stare, my voice breaking, “I trusted you.”
“You should’ve known better, Maxwell.” he chides, “What made you think you would be different?”
“You said so!” I growl, the words turning watery and meek, “You said it would be different.” I’m making a fool of myself, outing all his empty promises to me in front of the girls he betrayed me with.
But I can’t bring myself to care.
“Well, if I’m being honest, I thought it would be.” My brows furrow at his response, “But then, I fucked you and I realized… Mated pussy isn’t all they make it out to be. I’ve had better.”
A tear slips down my cheek. He watches the trail with a disinterested look. But he’s not done yet, he grabs the waist of the girl on top of him, leaning forward, “And as a matter of fact, out of all the women who’ve graced my bed, you, were by far the worst.”
The blondes burst into a fit of cackles and heavy laughter. Each shrill sound peeling at the layers of my skin. Making it harder and harder to not outright sob on the spot.
“Were not doing this mate bullshit.” he says, looking away from me, “I’ve had my feel and I’m over it. So, get lost.”
“Damien-” I whisper.
“No.” he snaps, “Let me make this perfectly clear for you, hm? I, Damien Creed, reject you, Rosaline Maxwell as my mate. I will never have you.”
He doesn’t cast another glance in my direction. I watch as the blonde on top of him leans forwards, molding her lips over his.
Bile churns in my stomach, it burns in my throat.
My heart crumbles by my feet on the concrete floor.
“I’m sorry, Rosaline,” the girl who apologized yesterday mocks, “No mate for you.”
I spin away from them, shutting the door of the pool house behind me. I don’t waste a second, darting up to his room and collecting all my things. I dress up quickly and power on my phone.
‘Come home, the minute you see this. It’s important.’
I stare at the message. Dad never summoned me home for anything. The last thing I needed was another tragedy to deal with after what just happened with Damien. It was the most embarrassing, heartbreaking moment of my life.
I gave him my body, I trusted him. Just to have him use me like that. I wipe at the tears on my cheeks on the walk back home.
My entrance into the house interrupts father’s conversation with a guest in the lounge. I offer an apology, moving to head upstairs, towards my room.
“Rosaline,” my father stops me, “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
He directs me into the center of the room. Cold black eyes trail over my body from head to toe, making me want to curl up into a ball and lather myself with disinfectant.
A snarl twists the large man’s upper lip, like he’s naturally on the pissed off side.
“This is Alpha Magnus Stone,” he clears his throat before adding, “Your soon to be husband.”
ROSALINE’S POV:What?"I’m sorry, what?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. My father frowned at my tone but was quick to mask it with a tight smile."Do not act so shocked, darling. You are not getting any younger, and you are yet to find a mate. I believe this marriage will be beneficial to both of our families; the financial and political gain would be out of this world! If our two packs collide, we will be unstoppable. Even the blood moon pack would cower beneath our feet!" my father exclaimed with a sparkle in his eyes, and I could not even begin to imagine the things that were going through his mind. But whatever they were, it wasn’t good.A sharp sting struck my head, and I pinched my eyelids closed. My delicate fingers went up to my temple, and I massaged it softly. This was all too much; I couldn’t even get a damn break! For God’s sake, I just got rejected by my own mate, and now I am being married off to some stranger. This was all just too much."Can
ROSALINE’S POV:After wiping the sweat off my forehead, I cleaned up the last spec of dust from the table before standing upright to look at my work. I smiled with satisfaction just before the owner of the penthouse walked in. His eyes glimmered with delight upon seeing his now-shiny penthouse; it had been abandoned for months and was infested with layers of dust and cobwebs. But now it looked completely brand new."It looks even better than when I first bought it! I suppose what they say about you is true; you really are the best there is," he said with a warm smile as he continued to inspect the vicinity."I’m glad you like it, sir," I told him formally, but indeed, I really was tired, and it was just ten in the morning. I barely had up to four hours of sleep last night, or any night for the past five years. I always started off my day early. I woke up every day by four in the morning, got myself and Ariana ready for the day before dropping her off at Gwen’s, then got to the compa
DAMIEN’S POV: She was absolutely breathtaking.I had been talking to my father in the courtyard when the cleaning company’s van pulled up. She was the first thing that caught my eye the moment she stepped foot on our land. I did not know what was so attractive about her; the palace was swarming with girls of royal and noble bloodlines, girls that were far more elegant and radiant than her. Yet somehow, she was the most beautiful woman that I had ever come across.Whatever conversation I was having with my father came to a halt as my feet began to move on their own toward her.I could hear my father’s enraged commands for me to return, but I completely ignored him. All my focus was on that maid. Who was she? Why did she look oddly familiar? Has she come here to clean before? But we only moved here a few months ago, so I should be able to remember her.My feet came to a stop behind a pillar as I watched her and her colleagues unpack some boxes from their van, but my gaze was trained so
ROSALINE’S POV:That bastard!I can’t believe after all these years he was still the same. The same asshole that rejected me and now he was acting like he did not know me. Like hell I would fall for that! And what was he trying to do earlier? Probably the same thing he did on the night of that party was defend me in order to get in my pants, after which he would toss me aside like some dirty piece of rag. I won’t fall for his games, not again.Speaking of games, he wanted me to participate in these Luna games. Was he trying to make fun of me? I am his Luna, and he fucking knows that. Or was… If I had known it was his family that had offered me this job, I never would have come here. No matter how great the pay was. But was he serious about hunting down my family if I did not attend? The thought alone scared me. What if he finds out about Ariana?No, I cannot let that happen. He could not know of her existence. If he wants me to play this sick game, then I will. I don’t care about be
ROSALINE’S POV:Kiara had the eyes of a powerful woman; her gaze held so much intensity that it could make any non-royal fall to their knees. But I was no peasant.She clicked her tongue as her eyes raked up and down my body. Tilting her head to the side, she asked, "What was it you said? That prince Damien requested for you to be here." "Yes," I answered her, keeping my head up and my eyes firm.My senses kicked in as Kiara began to encircle me like I was her prey. I could feel her eyes on every part of my body until she finally stopped to look me in the eyes. "I do not know what you did to Damien to make him even look at filth such as yourself, but I assure you, you won’t last here." I didn’t plan to.She struts past me along with her clique, and I did not fail to catch their snickers and snide remarks as they did. I sat idly with my hands placed above my thighs, watching as the other princesses conversed amongst themselves. Occasionally, they would glance at me in a way that made
ROSALINE’S POV:This had to be a nightmare. Why did I have to speak? I should have just stayed silent and acted as a ghost. How could I be so stupid? I really need to learn how to control my tongue. My heart pounded wildly against my ribcage as I stood on the far edge of Damien’s room in nothing but a blood-red robe. Immediately after Damien had demanded that I be the first person to warm his bed, two servants appeared by my side and escorted me to a room to change. My pleas fell on deaf ears as I received numerous glares from the other contestants. The maids helped me change into blood-red lingerie, and I did not fail to catch the look of pity in their eyes. I practically had to wail before I was given this robe. Once we were done, they escorted me to his chambers, and one of the maids shot me an encouraging smile. "Good luck," she told me before shutting the door behind her.I was the only one in the room, yet I felt so suffocated. My back was pressed against the wall as I waited
ROSALINE’S POV:I sat silently in the carriage with my eyes focused on the world as we passed by. I, too, had never been to the southside and wondered what it was like. I knew it was where the locals resided, but how primitive were they? And how was their lifestyle?Thoughts like this filled my mind as the other girls complained amongst themselves about how ugly and disgusting the people were and how they were not going to get any good shopping done because everything about them was of bad quality.Occasionally I would zone in and out of their conversation; not all of them engaged in the conversation, but I could tell none of them were happy about this. Maybe the Southside was not as bad as they made it out to be. I was a royal as well; I grew up with the same luxuries and care as them, but I also experienced a major downgrade. Maybe I would not find the place that bad.An hour later, we arrived at the southside, and I immediately took back my words.Okay, this was as bad as they sai
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