ROSALINE'S POV: My balled fists hit his back as the poor servant's chokes filled my ears. I feel my eyes sting as all my attempts to get Damien to release him were futile; if anything, it only angered him more and caused him to tighten his grip around the servant's throat."Stop it! You are going to kill him!" I screamed as my fists hit his back harder. It appeared that I was doing more damage to myself than to him if I were being honest. My hands were starting to ache a whole lot and turn a bright shade of red, while he did not look like he was noticing any of my attacks or pleas.I saw the kind man turn an unholy shade of purple, and my panic skyrocketed."Let go of him now, Damien!" And he did.But the second the servant's feet touched the floor, his face was connected with a mighty fist. The crunching of bones filled the air, sending a sick feeling through my body.A scream left my lips as the man fell almost lifelessly on the floor, but Damien did not appear to have any form

ROSALINE'S POV: Tingles go up my body as Damien's lips assault my skin. I felt a whirlwind of emotions as his hands snaked the back of my thighs before lifting me. He took me to the bed, our lips sealed and our moans heavy.He laid me on the bed before pressing his hardened member to my thigh, resulting in a moan to leave my lips."You look even better in this than I expected," he rasped against my lips, his fingers fiddling with the sparkling jewel on my neck. His words bring a lot of heat to my cheeks, but I need to stay focused; I cannot get distracted now."Wait, Damien, I didn't take this from you-" I started, but he cut me off."Who cares? As long as it gets to its rightful owner, then nothing else matters," he said before continuing to suck on my neck and unbutton my jeans."Aren't you at least worried about how it got to my bag? That means someone was in your room and went through your things; what if something else is missing?"He stopped.He did not look at me like he had j

ROSALINE'S POV:The alpha walked past me to stand by his wife's side. He draped his arm over her shoulders and shot me one of the fakest smiles I have ever seen. In his eyes, it was a message—a warning, rather.He knew exactly what I was going to say.My eyes jumped between the two of them, and I had to do my best to hide my disgust. My smile is tight, and I wrack my brain for what to say."Just that Damien is a very nice man, I am sure he will make a great alpha one day. But perhaps it would be better if he controlled his temper a bit; he's a bit harsh, isn't he?" I lied. The alpha glared at me; he did not buy my lie, but his wife sure did. The luna had this look of relief on her face as she placed her hand above her chest like she had expected worse.And it was worse."Yes, we do know Damien runs on a very short fuse. We are trying to guide him, and hopefully, when it's time for his coronation he will be a better and more respectable man, but with your help, of course," Marielle sa

ROSALINE’S POV:I was surprised when Damien decided not to take the carriage into town, or any guards, for that matter. Usually, royals like him are accompanied by a convoy of at least two guards, but once we got to the city gates, Damien requested that the carriage be stopped and we walked the rest of the trip."Is this safe?" I asked him as we walked by the sidewalk, not failing to catch the glances and shocked looks we were receiving."Why? You got some serial killers after you?" He asks, and I can hear the tease in his tone."No, I mean for you. Aren’t you worried about getting attacked or something?" I asked him and he looked deep in thought for some time before shrugging."No, not really. I do not think anyone in my pack is dumb enough to attack me, unless they are suicidal, of course. And if they are, I would gladly help them with their wish," he said, and I was left bewildered. His amused chuckle fills my ears, and he takes my hand in his, sending a wave of electricity throu

ROSALINE’S POV:It’s been three days since Damien took away my ability to walk. When we got back to the palace on that day, he carried me up to his chambers while the servants took my bags. I could feel the glares of others drilling into me, but I did not care.One thing about me when I was near Damien was the fact that I always felt protected. No matter what or who it was,But that’s what scared me the most.What if one day he isn’t there to protect me? Or worse, what if he is the one who makes me need protection? What if he switches up like he did all those years ago? Will that happen the day he remembers me?All these questions are left unanswered, and if I were being honest, I did not want to know them either. I liked it here, and I liked how things were now. Well, except for the constant attempts on my life and the fact that I was miles away from my daughter with no idea how she was fairing.My heart ached whenever I remembered her.She was also a reminder that all this was