18 year-old orphan, Rose Cintilar, wants to fulfill her father's dream of becoming a stylist. She's talented but has the worst luck. When the senior stylist stole her design again, Rose decided to change her fate and apply for a new job: the assistant to singer, songwriter 'Rum'. But why would an international superstar pick a zero for an assistant? Maybe something isn’t right with Rum. Something about him feels superhuman…and Rose is pulled into the world beyond her own; a world of werewolves, the dark whims and the Moon Goddess; and as the Alpha King's mate, Rose must save him from clutches or the dark whims, or the Moon Goddess would fall and plunge both world into darkness. But why would an Alpha king need the help of a mere human? She's not a werewolf... is she?
View MoreROSE‘Where’ve you been?’ Richard stopped me. Hands on my shoulders, he bent slightly to squint at me . ‘And why’s your face so red?’ ‘I hate Rum.’ The whisper slipped out before I could stop it. And I watch a huge grin of a face levelled with mine. ‘Now you’re talking!’ He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. ‘I know you’ll come through! You like me more, do you? I knew it!’ How the hell did he come to that conclusion? Ah, whatever. I nudged at him and he released me. ‘Where are you going?’ I asked, still feeling like a grape and a charcoal at the same time. ‘To watch someone get slapped,’ he whispered, not hiding his eager tone, as his finger laced through mine. ‘Let’s go!’ ‘Who?’ I muttered, not in the mood for anything except slapping that stupid, womanising Alpha. There’s no other reason why he was with Sherry. And the van had rocked a little. I swear. ‘Apparently, it’s three slaps. Can’t wait to see a swollen, red face.’ ‘SILENCE ON SET!’ Instantly, the v
ROSETHUD! My back slammed against the door. That heavenly firm muscular frame was grazing me as roughly and hungrily as his lips were—stretching and pressing to imprint himself on me, to make every cell of me his. Oh, but it’s also your hand that’s gripping his shirt, wanting him closer, needing his skin against yours, desiring his scent in your lungs, his warmth to run through your veins…. And he’s feeling the same about you—the desperate way those large, rough hands sliding up your arms, feeling and remembering, those thick digits sliding through your fingers, mimicking his hard, thick desire that wanted to be buried deep… deep inside you… …holding you tightly until you come with pure ecstasy—. Those wondrous lips tore away and everything vanished. The emptiness was sad and cold. ‘Stay away from me then,’ breathed the deep voice. I opened my eyes and found Keithen as breathless as I was. And hurt—. He turned away, his back at me. ‘Think. Before you do anything. Goddess
ROSE My hand slammed across my mouth to stop a high moan and then reality rammed into me. What the fuck am I doing! Why am I letting him do this to me? Why is that damn goddess still manipulating me! I pushed Keithen back—but it was like pushing the wall. I bounced back and knocked myself against the counter. ‘Goddess blast—just tell me to let go! Are you alright?’ Those same passionate eyes now looked extremely worried, watching me rub my bruised butt. ‘I told you to stop!’ I hissed, tears in my voice—and it wasn’t because of the bruise I’m about to get. The Alpha froze—-in the middle of wanting to pull me into his arms. ‘D-Don’t look at me like that.’ I slid aside, flattening my butt against the vanity counter, my eyes keeping tabs on him, in case he made a move. But he remained unmoved. Watching and waiting… waiting for my return. More importantly, he was waiting for me to do the next thing so he’d take it from there. His eyes were saying: I’ll do whatever you want, R
ROSE‘What proof do you have, huh?’ I stared at the girl from the trio I saw the other day, her eyes fiercely challenging, refusing to take back what she had just said about Rum, and I felt completely powerless. What can I say? That I was Rum’s fiance? That all those women had gone to him for favours and sex was the currency? That Rum didn't want to sleep with them? One jar of worms isn’t enough and I need to open another?My panicked eyes darted around to search for Keithen, hoping that he wasn’t around to hear the nasty things that people were saying about him, when a dry chuckle hit the air. ‘I bet she’s one of his darling fans.’ Laughed the other girl, the make-up artist of one of the actresses in the secondary cast. ‘Does he still have them?’ sniggered the guy, the make-up artist of Roy—the actor playing the boss of Richard’s character. And they all laughed. Arms crossed, the first girl stepped closer tauntingly. ‘You should stop fawning over him too. He’s not worth it.’
KEITHEN‘Shut up, R.’ I pushed myself off the door and stalked towards the kitchen. ‘How the fuck did you even get in here?’ Closing the fridge door with a bottle of cold water in hand, I caught a glimpse of the living room window—the curtains flirting carelessly with the cold night wind blowing through the gap and a hole in the glass. Below them, on the wooden floor, were shards from a broken glass. ‘Damn it!’ I shoved the bottle angrily at them. ‘You mutts broke my window! Do you have any idea how much it’ll cost to fix that?!’ Erasmos rolled his eyes as Rora exclaimed, ‘You told us that you’ll be back every night to catch up on things! Three nights, Kee! Not a sight or sound of you? What do you expect us to do—not panic? What if the dark whims—?’ I slammed the bottle on the counter and exhaled after a huge gulp of water. ‘The dark whims aren’t coming back—I thought I’d made it very clear when I explained my special ability.’ ‘Forgive us, Kee.’ The bodybuilder asshole stood an
KEITHEN Goddess damn it…. My head dropped between my knees. I need to grab something or the pounding inside my chest would literally kill me. ‘Ha, ha….’ Fingers combed through my hair, scraping hard to get a sensation from my numbed scalp, so I could tell myself this is real. It was all real. The way her lips quivered when I first touched them, and how they bounced back curving naturally to mine. That sweet taste of tangerine and nectar around her tongue—. I rubbed my face. Once. Twice. Thrice. Calm down…. My hands were trembling as they grabbed the back of my head, clutching fistfuls of hair, gripping tightly as though the clenching would eliminate the roaring waves of desire storming through me—and the shitty feeling of disappointment that came with it. I missed her more than I thought. Waves were slamming against my ribcage. Thrashing about. And the answer slapped my jaw. I need to get even closer. As long as she’s around me, I think I can get through another da
ROSE So it's been four days since the start of the shoot for the TV series….And Richard's been a complete pain in the back of my neck, whining like a kid each time he was given a break. I get it.The entire production team is made up A-listers: the director, the writer, the female lead, the supporting casts. Even the second male lead is a super sexy and charming, multi-talented award-winning actor. But, like I've told him, a million times, and I truly believe it, Richard has his strengths and he will shine! Goddamn it. How the hell do I make him believe that? If his sour face persists, we can forget about hitting any headlines by the time the shooting ends! I must do something about it. But what can I do? Stick to your job. The deep silky voice barked from the back of my mind. Argh! That damn Rum. Did he come back to ruin me? It must be! Why else did he show up now? Now when I'm about the hit the jackpot!‘Damn you, Rum!’ Hmm? That was my curse. But it wasn't my voice. So
ROSE‘What are you doing here?’ I snapped. Why did I? Angry. Yes, I’m angry. But why? Because his appearance reminded me of the Moon Goddess, and all the stupid shit she’s put me through. Most importantly, he reminded me of how silly I had been, clinging onto something I thought was precious. It was precious because Rum—one who’s least likely to love me back—actually loved me as much as I did. Silly. Stupid. I had been played like a fucking fool, thinking that I was in love. It was just fulfilling a fucking prophecy—the deity’s fucking prophecy. He looked around to make sure that I was talking to him and then casually replied, ‘Taking a piss?’ Is he annoyed? What right does he have? I should be the one who’s pissed!Arms crossed, I lifted the tip of my nose and snorted, ‘Running away again, huh?’ Those same handsome brows raised in surprise, and that blue gaze bore through me, as though telling me: what’s it to you? What’s it to me?! I stepped forward, pushing my face to his and
ROSE‘That’s who it was!’ Joy shrieked, jolting closer as the chocolate chip ice cream melted nicely across my tongue. ‘For a moment, I thought it was Ru—.’ Her smile froze like the first witness of a car crash and then she hastily said, ‘Rambo.’‘Rambo? As in Stallone?’ I laughed knowingly and knowingly added, ‘Doesn’t he look more like Rum?’ Joy scooped from her bucket of vanilla ice cream and put it in her mouth, refusing to meet my gaze. ‘Anyway the guy’s pretty nice for a celebrity, isn’t he? Virtus Talent’s definitely better than B.A.---. That darn company you worked for the last time.’ ‘You mean B.A.D? Rum’s company?’ Another scoop of ice cream went into her mouth, then a smile touched my own lips.‘You can say his name, you know.’ I licked my spoon. And she smiled with a weak chuckle. ‘That was dumb of me.’ ‘You were being considerate. I know. That’s why I love you very much, Joy.’ I beamed at her, to reassure her that I was truly alright. I am. The dreams have stopped.
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